Sixteen years ago, I was 18 years old and 8 months pregnant.
It was 5:30 a.m. when my water broke, and after I convinced my mother
that yes, I was sure my water had broke, I labored my way into the car
and to the hospital.
At 6:25 a.m., my first child, my only son, emerged into the world. His birth certificate lies--it says he was born at 6:30 a.m.
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