It's somewhat similar to the year my lil buddy Judson David was born - and his birthday was just Monday when the lad turned 23. Can you believe it? Nor I! As I recall, it was something like 60 degrees out when we walked into the hospital to have him. That morning - it was a Monday, just like every birthday for each of my kids - "full of face" (whatever that means).
I was just a couple days past my January 27 due date, and had rolled over in bed - planning to get up shortly to get ready for work, when I felt something pop. My water broke. It wasn't a "drop the pickles in the grocery aisle gusher". Just a trickle. After dropping Amy off at our sitter, Carol Frank's house, we headed to the hospital on a balmy 60 degree day. Typical Jud, just like his sis, he required drugs and time to decide to make an entrance - just past 11:30 PM.
I was shocked to discover I'd given birth to a male child! After 70 years (since my dad was born) there was finally another Bullock male. I have no maternal instinct when it comes to baby sex. When Amy was born, I'd had a feeling she was a boy - Andrew Judson. After Amy was born, we went whole hog on the naming the kid after dad thingy. I've never regretted it - though he has been called Jed, Jude, Jetson and more. It's an unusual name - but it has history and style. You can't find it on a kiddie license plate or pen in a gift store!
Anyway, back in 1989, new moms stayed in the hospital a few days post birth. Thank goodness! Amy had stayed overnight with our friends the McFees the night Jud was born. Then Paul and she muddled through without me for a couple days - until Thursday. The day mom and tot came home. On that day, a big snowstorm hit, and the temperature dropped - similar to today. Welcome to Iowa Judson David! Thus began our lives together - a new family of four.
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That's crazy that we were all born on Monday! You must have planned that somehow.
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