Thursday, May 15, 2008

The Day You Were Born

Gunnar had an assignment to interview me about the day he was born. Other than the excruciating and seemingly neverending pain, I couldn't remember much. The problem was that he didn't want to hear about that. Nor did he want to hear about how the nurse screwed me out of my epidural and then lied to my ob/gyn about it.

I'm not sure what I said to him. I basically rambled about how he was induced on my parents' anniversary and that after he was born, we couldn't decide what to name him (we'd only known he was a boy for 5 months).

TIP: When mothers tell you that you forget the pain, they're lying. It's all you remember! That and your husband's complete incompetence at scoring drugs when you really need them.

QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Catch. Jeez, you ain't got no skills, lady!" uttered by Brody upon my failure to catch a big, round, spiky, orange rubber ball that came spiraling at my head.

1 comment:

Charmaine said...

If Brody threw a spikey ball at MY head you know I'd have the skills to pay the bills.