Cheaters, fighting, and lots of poop were involved. 🤭
"The way my dad tells it, part way through labor with me, my mum said, 'That's it. I'm done. I'm going home,' and tried to get off the table. Mum claims not to remember this.""This is actually my grandfather's birth sometime in the 1920s: My great-grandma was giving birth at home, on the Apache reservation, and as the labor kicked in full swing, a crow or raven landed on the windowsill.
"Bird would not fuck off, looked at my great-grandma, and squawked. Grandpa was born a few minutes later, while someone is trying to get the crow to go away. Crow flies off the minute the baby cries. A few minutes later, someone rode up on horseback to tell everyone that my great-great-grandfather had passed away about 15 minutes beforehand. That was right when the crow had landed on the sill. Family legend says that grandpa was his reincarnation.
"He pointed the gun at the doctor and said both better live or the doctor wouldn’t. Then dad sat down on the couch with the gun in his lap. I’ve tried to imagine that doctor’s state of mind at that moment. He went back into the room with the laboring mother and ended up pulling the baby out with forceps. Mother and baby lived. So did the doctor. My husband’s skull is a testament to this story. It’s like craters on the moon. I’m grateful he’s never gone bald.