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I sat in court, early 2018, listening to the verdict, “Self-defense.” remembering the exact moment it all started…and ended.
It was 1975, I was a 24 years old woman with a 1, 3 and 5 year old. My 3rd child, Millie, didn’t come out quite right. Breach birth, they called it, feet first and blue as a robin’s egg.
Monty, my oldest, came out an hour after labor started. They said it was unnatural. Best baby any mother could want. Easy going, rarely cried, and has an even temper to this day. Muriel, the middle child, was a bit harder.
But Millie? Damn if it didn’t take her 2 days from the first labor pain until the tug on her legs forcing her out of the womb. And a temper? I’ve never seen a child that hard to placate.
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