The story of your birth....

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I don't really know much aside from knowing that I was born by c-section and that it was 14.07 at the time.

There were two things I learned about my birth. The first, I was told as a child, which supposedly is a comment my father made, which was he was glad I arrived in time for the income tax deduction of that calendar year.

The second I didn’t learn until I was an adult and I had to piece together the scenario from different sources. I was born in an army camp, where my father was stationed. At the time we lived in Illinois, so getting to New Jersey while 9 months pregnant must have been difficult. Apparently my mother was not supposed to be there; no women allowed. She did not tell him she was coming. But she showed up and went into labor and I guess the army doctors didn’t have much choice but to deliver me.

What on earth made my mother make that difficult trip? She found out my father was screwing her best friend.

i was born on a dark and stormy morning in a snowstorm, precipitously delivered.

I was a week over due and I was in the wrong position so I wouldn't come out. My mom had been given poor treatment during her delivery and I got so stressed I had pooped. If a doctor hadn't have decided to just reach up there and pull me out using forceps, I would have died from my own feces. I was covered in it so they had to clean me up and put me into intensive care because I was sick.

My mom should have been given a c section and they failed to do so. They also should have flown me to another hospital that had better care but they didn't so I nearly died. This was the mid 80s. My dad jokes I was a tough baby because I survived.

I am glad I dont remember my traumatic birth.

I was born at 9:08 PM. A couple of weeks before a big snowstorm. I was 5 pounds 12 ounces.

per my birth documentation and my late parents, i was born on a tuesday morning @ 4:16, dark and stormy, dad sped past the ft. lewis guard shack to get me to madigan in time, barely. i musta been in a hurry.

I was born a couple months or so premature because my placenta was dying. When it was found my mom had to get an emergency c-section before I died within a week (obviously, I did not die lol). My parents say I looked like a baby orangutan when I came out since I still had some lanugo and was very red.

the delivery notes said i had acrocyanosis [blue baby]. i was the original little blue man!

Born very premature, barely made it. My father enjoyed telling me as a child: "the one you don't let die, won't let you live"

^I hope he was kidding.....

What a sucky dad!

My dad wasn’t perfect.....but at least he tried to be a good dad.

I’m sorry he said that to you.

Remember that you’re a survivor!