Clueless, part 15

This is part of a series: you can read the last installment here or you can start in the April archives.

I am conscious that there may be medical people out there reading this and I probably have stuff wrong. It was 9 years ago, and this is what I remember. There was a lot of detail that I had to leave out to tell the story in comic form, and probably some detail that I should have left out. I’m not sure if I’m going to continue this story on my blog, or whether I might put it aside for a while to revise and expand. I still haven’t told you what happened with my novel manuscript. If you’re desperate to find out what happens next in the birthing suite, the first story in my anthology, ‘Coming Up Roses’, is pretty autobiographical. It looks like you can buy it on Amazon too.

Oh, and if you were wondering what the song I was singing was, it’s this:

While I was giving birth to Gus, I had ‘Yellow Submarine’ as an earworm. And for Violet, it was Renee-Louise Carafice’s ‘House on Fire.’ Gus’s birth was the easiest, suffice to say.