Although my sister might say that my (un)finest moment as a sister was when I told her that the mole on her back was actually a mole nose, that the rest of the mole was living inside her back, I might contend that missing my nephew’s birth by a mere four hours was in fact my biggest blunder.
Dominic Carter Calabro. Born 6 October 2011. 7 lb. 9 oz. Perfect.
D.C. couldn’t have chosen a more perfect day to be born – sunny and cloudless, in the 60s, the leaves just beginning to turn scarlet. His tough mama labored for a mere four hours and five minutes, the hardest of her life, she’d undoubtedly say right now (and she doesn’t yet believe that she really will forget that). She did it without drugs, much to her dismay. By the time they’d driven to the hospital and an I.V. had been inserted, it was simply too late. Natural childbirth, here we come!
Here’s to a life full of strong women and sunny Thursdays!