Ithink women love a good birth story after the fact, certainly not during.

My story began at a friend’s house. I think we were playing a card game and that’s when I had the first pang of labor. I’m not sure if I retreated to their upstairs bedroom.

At some point, I called the doctor (he was out of town) and we went to my hospital.

A bit of backstory: my due date was right when the 1967 Detroit riots were taking place. I called the police to find out how to get through the riot area to my hospital. The cop told me to go to a different hospital.

Fortunately, my daughter was three weeks late and the riots were over. So my hospital was safe to go to.

The only thing I recall was having to go to the bathroom badly and when I did, I thought my baby had fallen into the toilet. Nope. Didn’t ha

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