The Birth Story of Iris Eve: Part Three

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Me and Anson in my newly painted bedroom before labor started. By the time dinner had ended, and a great deal of bulgogi beef consumed, my contractions were heavy and progressive. As Christopher and I drove home I had a recurring thought that I should call my mom to come down to our house.As we pulled in the driveway I called her and then took the babysitter home up the street. . . .

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