I post this every year.
I couldn’t be happier that I’m reunited with my birth family and finally know my birth story.
So, here we go again. . .
IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!
I was born first to Paul and Sherri, two teenagers living in Sonoma. They accidentally conceived me in a treehouse during their eighth grade year in school.
Sherri was sent to live with her aunt and uncle in San Jose to await my birth.
I was born on November 2nd. I was a forceps baby and I came out with a banged up, scratched up head (see pic below) but no worse for wear.
Alice and “Mario”, my parents, got the word that I’d been born and I’d be joining my 5 month old sister Lisa. My dad got to the hospital and looked at his itty bitty newborn daughter and declared that I looked like a frog on account of my legs stuck out sideways.
I am one lucky baby.
Happy Birthday to me!