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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I was born on January 22, 1951, after what my mother has described as a long difficult labor for both of us. In those days, fathers were normally not allowed in the delivery room, but because my dad was a medical student, he was able to witness my birth. After I was born, Mom was placed back in her room to recuperate. She stood up, and gobs of blood gushed out of her womb and landed on the floor. The anxious young nurse in attendance took the pad from the bed, mopped up the floor with it, put it back on the bed, and instructed Mom to sit back down on it.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I was born on January 22, 1951, after what my mother has described as a long difficult labor for both of us. In those days, fathers were normally not allowed in the delivery room, but because my dad was a medical student, he was able to witness my birth. After I was born, Mom was placed back in her room to recuperate. She stood up, and gobs of blood gushed out of her womb and landed on the floor. The anxious young nurse in attendance took the pad from the bed, mopped up the floor with it, put it back on the bed, and instructed Mom to sit back down on it.