or The Greatest Moments In My Life
I like to spend time recollecting. That's mostly a euphemism for zoning out, but sometimes good memories come back.
Really, I spend a lot of that time thinking about some of the great times I've had. There have been some really good ones, some great ones, and some nice little moments.
Childbirth Is Hard On Men, Too!
Yes, in #1, I go for the obvious. I give to you the birth of a child. In this case, my daughter Allie.
Yeah, yeah. So obvious, right? But, what you might not know is that somewhere along the line, I breathed (or not breathed) my way into passing out. That's my explanation, anyway...
Okay. I really have no recollection of the fainting, itself. I do remember the free orange juice (That's right! No charge, baby!) that I got as they slowly helped me to a semi-reclined position.
I remember that strange feeling of coming back through what looked like a tunnel, looking at the concerned and strangely smiling faces of some ladies that I didn't really know.
As I recovered, I realized what was going on and looked up to see my new daughter being carried over to her little table to be cleaned up.
They helped me into a pretty comfy lazy boy.
The nurse turned from my daughter to me and asked if I'd like to cut the cord.
I smiled and sipped my free OJ. "God no."