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I'm going to tell you my son's story, my oldest. He is 20. When he was born, I was in the delivery room, and, you know, it was complicated.

I was too tiny.

He was way too big.

It should have been a C-section, but it didn't happen.

And I'm glad that we're both here to, you know, to tell the story.

He, while I was in labor, I was in a pain and got me this froggy bean thing and it had,

you know, the froggy legs and I would fucking swing it back and forth because I'd be in so

much pain because, you know, contractions

they suck.

And everybody that would come in the room, my grandma, my mom, the family, you know,

my son's father's mom, him, all of our friends, they would come and they would just stare

at me and it had been in a lot of pain.

And they would always stand on the one side of the room and there were chairs over on the other side,

but they would never go on that side of the room.

I didn't notice it at the time.

I put all this, you know, together later after the fact I was too busy in, and in pain

moment.

But, um, as I was, you know, going through the situation and everything, the time I opened

up my eyes, I would be staring at me and everybody's dead quiet and I'd be like, stop

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