Do you have a funny story of your birth?

Question

I was born at my great grand mother King's house on Thanksgiving day at 5:30 am..And she delivered me into this world.[she was a midwife].I was really a free child, no doctor to pay,LOL
Grandpa said he was hunting for a wild turkey and found me in a stump hole.He thought I was gobbling and looked inside the stump hole and there I was...Granny King said I was layed by a buzzard and hatched by the sun,LOL Aren't Grandparents great!!?

Answer 1

I was due to make my debut into the world around Christmas, but I decided to show up six weeks early.

My mother called an ambulance; the attendant, she later told me, was a friend of hers from a local political club (who later, as a side note, went on to become the mayor of the town where we lived at the time), who had just finished his course on emergency birth. All the way to the hospital he kept telling my mother, "Not here, not now" in an absolute panic.

The ambulance arrived at the hospital, and on the way up to the delivery room, I decided I'd had enough of this and made my appearance--in the elevator.

Ever since then, I've been boringly early for everything--appointments, classes, job interviews--I always blame it on my untimely birth. :-)

Answer 2

When I was born I was dark skinned with black hair. My mother was light, my father light and my siblings were of a light complexion.
My father was born in Yugoslavia but he had light skin and hair. My mother was German/Dutch with very light skin and blond hair.
Everyone in our families were light.

When I was born my father said they mixed the babies up as I could not be his. My mother said, "Ya know she looks like no one we know, no one of this family". My father said, "I think they are trying to pawn an Indian baby off on us". He swore that I was Native American. He kept insisting that I was not his child. But my mother told him that she was taking me home anyway. As time went by, I became lighter and lighter. At 3, my hair was blond and skin was light (olive tint to it). I started looking just like my brothers. My mother was happy.
Did she ever in her heart accept the fact that I was hers? I do not know. She has told me my whole life that I did not act like anyone she knew in the family. I was different. But I became Daddys little girl, his only girl.
Thank goodness they did not give me back. What if they would not have taken me home?

Here is the real clencher. My first born son was very light and blond hair. My second son was darker skin with black hair. History was repeating itself. But in my heart I knew this was my son. I had him in a Birthing room where the child never leaves your side. He was mine.

Now to make things even stranger listen to this. Since I have been studying Spirituality I realize we all live many lives. I found out in a former life I was Native American/Indian. I do have some intuitive abilites and so does my second son. Just a coincidence or is this what God planned?

Answer 3

Nurse tried to wrap me with a cloth but I kept on putting my legs crossed over another amazing my elder brothers who were toddlers themselves.

Answer 4

The fact that you and I were born- a human being giving birth to another - itself is amazing, not funny.

Answer 5

I was an accident.