Twenty-three years ago today, Mary and I spent the day at the hospital in Elmira, New York, awaiting the birth of our second son. On our last visit to the obstetrician, he examined Mary and declared, "This baby is over ten pounds!" There were no signs of labor. So, we set a date, May 18, and if labor didn't begin, a C-section would bring Matt into the world, apparently against his wishes.
And, that's precisely what happened. He weighed in at ten pounds, three ounces.
Maybe his reluctance to be born was to be expected. As a "Taurus," according to horoscope definitions, he should be "home-loving and tend to have deep sentimental attachments to people, things, and places...Astrologers do not consider Taureans to be fond of change, making the typical Taurus both reliable and committed, as well as inflexible." (MSN) I guess Matt just liked it where he was, and was ready to wait us out!
Of course, we're glad he came along, despite his hesitations, and he continues to bring much joy and happiness to our lives. We just wish we all lived closer together.
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Updated: Friday, 18 May 2007 3:51 PM EDT
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