Happy Birthday, Outlaw
That one time I named a criminal
The Denver Broncos upset the Green Bay Packers in Super Bowl XXXII on January 25, 1998 and I know this because eruptions from that crowd cheered my baby boy into the world that night. Everyone was watching—the nurses were talking about John Elway while I laid on my side with a death grip on the hospital bed railing.
“If this goes on much longer,” I heard their whispers.
The word C-Section came up.
The crowds roared.
Something inside of me roared—they will not cut me open. Strong and stubborn, of course I would endure the curse of back labor. My first-born positioned to face the world head-on from Day One. A knife in my back, over and over and over.