Fifty-seven years
Fifty-seven years ago I was born. I was the first baby in my family born in a hospital. I am number four of six children. Mother went 24 hours after her water broke before I was born. Because of the "dry" birth, she went into shock for several days. She tells me she didn't know anything. My aunt took care of us both.
When my father died in '94, we took a drive down "memory lane" in southern Illinois. We went to see the farm where we lived when I was born. The house belonged to the doctor who delivered me. It had been replaced by a log cabin house, but mother tells me the floor plan is the same. It would be so cool to someday buy that house and live in it.
I was a bald-headed baby! I remember being so relieved when our first son was born with a head full of dark black hair. After having two sons with fine blond hair at birth, I probably wasn't quite bald, but it apparently took me a long time for me to look like I had hair. We didn't have little elastic head bands with bows to put on little baby girls back then. I was probably mistaken for a cute baby boy often. It didn't seem to harm my "self-esteem".
My children tell me that my husband and I didn't talk much about our childhood days. I guess I should remedy that situation. So stay tuned you guys.