|there is a 1000% chance my mum will kill me if she ever sees this|
I drove to the doctors at Kew hospital for my regular appointment and they couldn't believe I wasn't in labour already as I was 5 cm dilated. I then drove home in labour, picked Nana up and dropped Matt off somewhere. I drove myself back to the hospital and rang your father when I got there. Not long after that my labour pains stopped and they told me they could break my waters or send me home and because it was Friday the 13th the next day your father said do it now as I don’t want a child of mine born on Friday the 13th. As far as you being early or late I can’t really remember sorry, I think both you and Brian were on time or near enough. You are the only one I had 'natural', I had an epidural with both boys. The nurse on duty with you told me I was a woman and it was my job to push you out and I shouldn't need an epidural. I don't think it was a very long labour, I don't remember much to be honest. When you came out we couldn't get over your hair - pitch black, sticking straight up in the air and so much of it!
She was right about the hair..
My Nana wrote the momentous occasion down.
Side note: my first name was Kristen Lee for like the first 16 years of my life. Now Lee is my middle name. You don't want to know the rest of my names.
Wasn't I an unfortunate looking baby?
It's ok, I got real cute, real fast.
Ok, I'm done with my 'I was such a cute kid' thing. Memory lane is fun.
Thanks to mummy for making me. I think I look a lot like her. Nothing like that weird dude that helped - I literally do not have a photo of him, so here's a photo of me and mum.
Now don't go wishing me happy birthday just yet - it's technically tomorrow in America. But thanks to Facebook and time differences, I get like 48 hours of 'happy birthdays!'. Thank you World, thank you. Anyway.
I'm thinking I need to celebrate my birthday with 28 wines, or 28 cupcakes. Thoughts?