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She ate carrots for eyesight and hamburg and spinach for protein and iron. Milk and cheese for strong bones. She bought green leafy vegetables and broccoli. Had a peach, pear, and plum every day. She counted her calorie intake and checked labels for carbs and sodium as percentage of daily allowance.
She took every precaution, chewed and swallowed food she would normally spit out. This was important; her baby would be the healthiest, have the best BMI, be the tallest, the smartest, the next U. S. President or CEO of a big corporation with his face on the cover of Forbes, Newsweek, and TIME magazine.
As the months went by her belly grew large but she didn’t put on much excess weight. Her ankles were unswollen. Her face, its normal finely defined. It was all baby and of course, just the water he swam in in his natural pool.
She insisted on a natural delivery at home. Had found the perfect midwife. Every plan was in place, nothing forgotten, and her water broke at nine on the morning of her due date. Her husband held her hand and as soon as she let him, called the midwife and told her it was time.
“This baby’s too large!” she cried at nine o’clock that night. By midnight, between shrieks she agreed to go to the hospital. By dawn the next morning the doctors talked her into caesarean. By nine in the morning her baby was born.
Her husband passed out along with two nurses. One other ran out of the room. But the last nurse, who’d seen much in her forty years’ service, helped the doctor do what had to be done.
