Unbelievable as it may seem the trauma of my birth did not in fact lead to my mother swearing off sex and children forever.
In May of 1963 she gave birth to my sister. Easy as deliveries go. No trauma, no stiches and no giant head.
In August of 1964 my mother gave birth to my brother who she swears to this day was one of those unplanned accidents. If my sister's birth was easy than his was a walk in the park. The doctor was literally telling her to keep her legs crossed as they rushed her to the delivery room.
No more children after that. Before the end of 1965 my father's alcholism was so bad that mom was left with no choice but to leave him.
5 years ago
