This was another 30 Days of Me from 2013 that I thought I would repost for day 19 of the 25 Days of Me . The prompt for this was simply Something about yourself no one knows about you. I shared something that was a bit TMI maybe but it got a good response. I thought I would give it an updated re-share.
I know that almost all of you know that I have OCD, and am a bit strange about certain things. The one thing I can think of is a bit embarrassing but I am not sure if I ever told you. In fact no one really outside of my family knows. I was born at home in the toilet. Stop laughing! I swear it is the truth. My mother went into labor went to the hospital only to be told it was not labor but a kidney infection She went home, later that night her water broke, she went to the bathroom to clean herself up, sat down and out I came. The entire night was a bit of an adventure.
2021 Update
I actually have shared this since this post. In fact, I did the whole story during this particular event. The thing I didn’t share was when my father was asked what he wanted to name me.
I was born at 11:50 pm on the 29th but since it was after midnight when we got to the hospital my birth certificate says the 30th. Also it says “No Doctor in Attendance” where the doctor’s name should go. When the nurse asked my dad if they had a name for me he said that the first thing that came to mind was “Tidy Bowl.” Luckily for me I didn’t get that name and in a couple of days I will share where my name came from. My dad said all he could think about was the fact that his baby girl was born in the toilet. Like nothing else seemed to register.
As I got older my siblings would give me a hard time about spending too much time in the bathroom and my dad would say “Leave her alone she’s bonding with her other mother.” You know since babies bond with the first thing they see. The truth is the bathroom was an still is my place to hide. The place where I could go read my book in peace or just have a moment to myself. Big families can sometimes be overwhelming.
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Ha! I’m sure you were tortured all your life with the bathroom jokes, but that isn’t what shocks me the most it’s that the ambulance driver broke his leg and your dad had to drive thats pretty crazy! I don’t consider myself to have extreme OCD but I also have quirks about the way I do things or things have to be in my house a big one is I can only do dishes and by hand (my grandmother in law spent a week with us and one day she went and did the dishes without saying and I made hubby take her somewhere so I could redo them immediately I felt like I was having a nervous breakdown if I didn’t get to redo them).
Now that is a great birthing story!
Thanks for sharing!
As embarrassing as it was for me, my dad was so proud and would tell anyone that one listen that story.
I have never in my life, heard such a story lol, thanks for sharing, takes a lot of humility to share something like that. Also, I think everyone has OCD tendencies, like I have to have my dishes in an EXACT way before i wash them, or I organize things by colors and what not.
Wow! That is some birthing story! I read the whole article and I was fascinated by how you were born. Your dad had to drive to the hospital and you were born in a toilet! Wow this is sure some story! Thanks for sharing!
That’s quite a story! It’s a very unique birth story and that makes you special.
While there’s really nothing that I can say “nobody knows about me”, as my wife knows nearly everything about me, one thing that very few people know about me is that I read extremely slowly. I mean, when it comes to reading a book, it takes me a couple of weeks or more to finish it. I’ve since realized that the reason it takes me so long is because I like to savor it. I’m the same with my food; I’m always the last one done eating, no matter where I go and with whom I’m eating, because I savor every bite. I think I just do things slowly, in general, with the exception of typing; I’m a fast typist.
thats a neat and unique story.
I am afraid of any type of insect. Nobody knows since I don’t show it, but deep inside they are repulsive. STAY AWAY FROM ME! lol
OMG! I love that story. Your dad has a great sense of humor. I love that you at least see the humor in the situation also.
Hahahaha! I’m sorry—I don’t mean to laugh, but this is one of the most hilarious birth adventures I’ve ever read for a real live person! You and your mom win in the Birth Story category for Best Drama! I’m wracking y brain for a Tidy Bowl joke that you haven’t heard before 😀
Thanks for all the comments. My birth story is defiantly one of those “You just can’t make this stuff up” stories. It just goes to show that God has a plan for all of us and his plan will happen even if it’s the toliet.
Amazing story and I bet your parents were a wreak about getting you checked out!
I think that is SUCH a fun story, I mean, you cant change it so you can only laugh at the whole antics around it!. I can’t believe the driver broke his leg. I mean, that is like a movie story. You guys should sell movie rights to that!
My mom has a lot of great stories of us kids, there are 9 of us. But not any birth stories so fun as this. Your poor mom must have been so scared though..I just saw this show on tv today about being pregnant and not knowing and the woman give birth in a toilet also. So, it does happen. It almost happened to my daughter when she had her First baby 12 years ago. She went into labor and within 2 hours said she had to push. We were calling in to see what docs thought and they kept saying, OH no, 1st baby…she has probably a good 10 hours. Her doc and hospital that was supposed to deliver was an hour away. I finally called an area hospital I was coming in with her come Hell or high water (no pun intended), got in the parking lot, she didnt even have time to put her shoes on, argued with the check in attendant about insurance stuff and got on that elevator to labor and delivery and checked into a room. Said she had to go to the bathroom and there he was. They hurriedly escorted her to a bed and her son was born without a doc and it was only EIGHT minutes from walking into the hospital door to delivery. We laugh because if I hadnt left with her when I did and didnt drive (too) fast, he’d have been born in a car on Park Street and we said she would have had to name him Parker.
When I was a young mom with 3 kids I was completely OCD. I went through so many paper towels to get all the water spots off the sink every time I used it or did dishes. I had to have all the toys picked up every night and lined up in a certain way, the pillows and throw on the couch perfectly…clean freak and it made me such an anxious wreck I had to have therapy to help undo it. NOW my husband says they fixed me “too much”, as I am not a neat freak anymore. With age came the knowledge that your house should be clean enough to be healthy but dirty enough to be happy. I am VERY happy. LOL!
Okay, I didn’t laugh at first, but then when you said Tidy Bowl, I lost it. Wow, that is a very tremendous story! I guess now everybody knows this, huh?
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