What is the story of your birth #19

The story of my birth begins with impatience as I am sure many do…I’ve carried a child through my body and into the ether. Impatience and desire are reasonable at the end. So, apparently she was ready more than one time to complain or claim a beginning. And she was told “not yet.” In her 22 year old huff, she purchased a flat of blackberries and made jam on a hot July day in SJ. And later, in the night it was true time and in they went to a hospital and out I came with apparent ease. 36 years later I labored away on the same day and out she came and though I had requested no one say, I hollered “It’s a GIRL!” with all gratitude, for I was at home and I’d prayed to the goddesses for this child.