The date was February 15th, 1962. Loring AFB hospital, Limstone, Maine. A nine pound baby girl was born. I don’t know all the details, since I was too young to notice, but the room was probably cold and bright. A twenty eight year old woman welcomes her sixth child into the world. The emotions of a new birth were, I believe, mixed with much more complicated feelings. Maybe mixed in were uncertainty, fear, happiness, trepidation, regret? Not the regret that you might think. My birth, I have been told, was very much wanted. At least in my mother’s eyes. I was the child born from the first real love relationship in her life. My father showed her the first real love she ever felt. Sounds warm and beautiful? I want it to be.
The first man who sees me, my mother’s husband, is unsure who I belong to. Him, or one of his best friends. According to my mom, the statement was shared between the two men “One of us has a baby girl!”