I saw the most ridiculously normal thing today but it was still shocking. It's so obvious that we are all fragile and come from the same place. I was a difficult baby. I was breech, my head was facing the wrong direction and my mother had to sit for hours with an ice pack on her belly to try and get me to turn the right way. I didn't. She said I was active and kicked her with force, and regularly too. Her water broke at the symphony of all places. With my father holding their seats, she went to the bathroom at the intermission and ended up in the hospital to deliver me. The part I find most interesting is what happened after she got the epidural. Her fucking body went numb. It didn't go as planned and her entire body was paralyzed so she was breathing, but couldn't feel herself breathing. Can you imagine that? It's hard to realize that we are conscious of our breathing. What would happen if our body kept doing its job but our minds simply couldn't recognize that the motions were still in play? I was born at around 5 o'clock. A healthy baby. A fat baby. A trouble baby! I told my mother I loved her this morning. And it wasn't just to say it. Some babies are born with their intestines hanging out of their bodies. Some babies have to go right into surgery just hours after being born. I was trouble, but I survived. Birth is an overwhelming thing.

And that, is the last time I'll be watching the discovery channel for a while. HA.