Taking you back to the day Oliver was born. As you know, he was basically self-induced at 38 weeks because I couldn't stand the thought of pushing out a chunky baby. You see, I feared he was really large, as did my doctor. Not to say, it wasn't natural and that my body couldn't handle it...but the fear still set in.
This pic, borrowed from daddy's blog, will expose the horrid reaction i had to my castor oil cocktail that generated timetable contractions sending me to the labor room.
It was either that, or use up my guest list spot for the Paris Falls show that night. Once a rockstar, always a rockstar.
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