Five years ago today I underwent a surgical procedure during which a low transverse uterine incision was made and a baby was removed.
The first light that baby saw was not that of the sun. It was the harsh fluorescent light of a cold sterile room in which everyone present wore gowns and masks. (Except for me. As you can see, I was (mostly) naked. Welcome to my humble abdomen!)
Because we went with this cruel and seemingly harum-scarum method of introducing Harper Rose to the world, she has chosen to retaliate by refusing to eat most vegetables, and nary a bean shall touch her tongue.
Happy Birthday, Harper Rose. You’re the coolest five year old I know.