The Wonderful Birth of Kelsy Richardson

I do not have any kids at the moment, but I have seen many births, and I must say that they are beautiful experience. I am going to talk about my birth, I have heard it over and over again. On August 18, 1981, my mother was rushed to Mercy Hospital in Baltimore, Md. She was in deep pain but she chose not to use any drugs, after all I was her third child. My dad anticipated the birth of his only girl. He asked the doctors how long will it take for me to arrive, they told him at least five hours. My father went outside to smoke a cigarette to calm his nerves, why did he do that. When he came back to the room, my mother was gone, he started to frantic, screaming where was his wife. Well little did he know, as soon as he went outside to smoke the cigarette, I was born. Once he came back in, my mother was in the recovery room. Still to this day, I tease him about missing my birth.