Daily writing prompt

Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc.

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When it comes to firsts, nothing brings more memories than the day I became a mother.

It was July 1973. Thursday. My water broke, but I wasn’t in labor, so my husband decided there wasn’t a rush. We left after Kung Fu got over before we headed over to the base hospital.

At the hospital they put me on a ward, saying I would start labor soon and sent my husband home. Ten minutes later, I was in transition labor. I skipped all those minutes apart. When the doctor checked on me, they rushed me to the labor room. My labor progressed, but the doctor felt confident it would be awhile yet before my child arrived and went to take a snooze. It was early in the morning. My husband had been called by then and was in the room for expectant fathers. I decided to take a look at what was going on, and saw the head crowning and sent up a blood-curdling shout. My husband said I scared all the expectant fathers. The doctor came in, assessed that this one wasn’t going to wait as he expected. My son was born moments after they had me in the stirrups. I was the first of 18 babies born on Friday, July 13, 1973. The most babies born at one time in the naval hospital.

I saw my son a couple of hours later and held him for the first time. My feelings with him in my arms was overwhelming. I was a mother and the proof was in my arms.

What is the first thing that brings vivid memories? Let me know in the comments below. The images belongs to me. Thanks for reading.