My Mom originally was going to arrive tomorrow morning to spend the weekend celebrating my birthday with me. Sadly, she’s fighting off a nasty cold with a vicious cough and can’t travel. While I completely support her decision to stay home and get healthy, I am also sad. I was looking forward to some one-on-one time with my Mom. The bright side is she is rescheduling her trip for next month and we will have another cake. Any excuse for Grandma Cake. (For those new to the blog, this is our family’s from scratch cake that we have at every birthday.) The Sizzle Clan takes this cake business very seriously.
I asked my Mom to write the story of my birth in commemoration of birthday and when I first read her account of giving birth to me, I will be honest, I was surprised. I mean, I was there but you know I don’t really recall the details of being born. Heh. Apparently, I arrived two weeks late. I swear that’s the first and only time I have been late in my life. As my Mom recounts:
“She came into the world during an emergency c-section. It was discovered after several hours of labor that I could not deliver the baby naturally because she had turned during labor and was breech. She had both elbows sticking out to the side like a line backer would hold his arms when charging the on-coming line. She was my line backer, my Bubba. At the time there was a famous football player named Bubba Smith so for a while she was called that. The nickname didn’t stick because her Grandma nicknamed her ‘Pumpkin’ from the saying ‘Pumpkin Pie Oh My’ that was popular back in the day.”
I didn’t realize my Mom, at the tender age of 25, after being in labor and then rushed to emergency surgery, suffered from a bad staph infection that kept her and I in the hospital for over a week. During that time, my Mom was too sick to feed and hold me and my Dad was only able to see me through the glass of the hospital nursery. I guess back in 1973 things were very different. Finally, 9 days after I was born, we were all able to go home.
As my Mom puts it:
“She changed our life forever. This little bundle of joy that came into the world in such a tumultuous way gave us new meaning to life, love, joy and purpose. It is still true today. She brings my life all of those things still and to the end of my life she will always be my “Pumpkin Pie Oh My” (and secretly my Bubba).”
I’m lucky to have a fantastic Mom and a loving relationship with her. Thanks for carrying me around for 9 months and two weeks, going through all that pain, suffering for over a week in the hospital and generally putting up with me for 34 years, Mom. And for giving me your nose. But the early gray hair, I could have done without.
It seems I came into this world pushing past barriers and. . . not much in that sense has changed. Except now I am on time.
Don’t miss out on tomorrow’s birthday festivities led by none other than my love, The Fella. He will take the reigns of a long-held tradition started by my dear friend, Bird. And there will be a chance for you to chime in! Last year there were over 80 comments. Think we can top that this year? I double dog dare ya! I know it is on a Friday and the blogisphere is too busy with happy hour and pre-happy hour and dreaming of the weekend but it’d be wonderful to see you at the “party.”
“I would buy you a house in Discovery Bay/With a deck, a boat, and a child/I would buy you back the blood you’ve lost/I’d buy us a little while/There’s a park outside behind the freeway/I take a little ride/What we borrow comes from somewhere/No matter how we hide. . .” -The Money’s Gone, Coyote Grace
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