The birth of Marnee

These weren’t the best days for me, but I still remember.  Shirley and I were birth coaches.  We were called early in the morning and went to see what was up.  Martha was actually working and exercising in early stages of labor.  Shirley, Ricky, and I went to the hospital and everything went very quickly.  Never having kids, I was just amazed.  Martha was sort of OK and then came “transition”…literally!  I saw Martha’s face turn shades of purple I’d never seen before.  Then at the last part of the birth process, there was a turd that plopped on the doctor’s shoes, then Marnee was born.  It sounds weird, but it really was beautiful.  Ricky took Shirley and me to his house, but stopped on the way and bought each of us a rose.  I don’t know how Martha felt, but I was exhausted.