I’ve heard before that many women opt to pursue home births because they want their child to be born into a peaceful environment. The idea behind it being that the baby will enter a world of less stress, and ultimately grow up to become a well-adjusted individual. I’m not so sure I agree with that concept. Quite frankly, I think the screaming baby, who’s just been pushed out of their cozy home through a tiny opening and greeted by groping strangers, may question it too.
So, while countless of moms-to-be are concerning themselves with ensuring the perfection of the delivery room environment, I’m pondering the impact the happenings of the rest of the world has on a newborn…
The Facts
I was born on Sunday, September 16, 1984 at 3 in the morning…too late to make the Saturday night party, but technically a whole month early. I have to wonder if my incessant need to be early for everything (a trait my husband despises) has anything to do with that? To this day, Sundays still give me an odd feeling. It doesn’t matter if I work the next day, or I’m on vacation on the other side of the world, there’s a certain amount of unmistakable anxiety that follows me all day. Johnny Cash’s, ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down’ hit the nail on the head with the lyric, “there’s something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone”. No other day makes me feel so entirely isolated. Part of me believes I was getting that dreaded Sunday feeling in the womb and thought fuck it, I’m making an early appearance.
Tina Turner’s, ‘What’s Love Got To Do With It’ was top of the charts in Canada. My love for Tina, and that song in particular is no secret. During my university days, while my friends were pre-drinking to Destiny’s Child, I was insisting on listening to the entire Private Dancer album just one more time.
‘Missing You’ by John Waite was number one in the US. I’m a little embarrassed to admit I lost count of the number of my high school heartbreak playlists that song made it on to. Tina actually recorded her own version of ‘Missing You’ over 10 years later, and I loved hers nearly as much as the original. When I hear either version I really have no choice but to belt out the lyrics and half laugh, half cry at my teenage despair.
Ghostbusters was #1 at the box office. The movie’s theme song marked my first rhythmic gymnastics performance and the only year I won the coveted MVP equivalent award in my class. That performance is also hopefully the ONLY time anyone will ever see me in head to toe purple spandex… Note to self: locate and destroy video evidence.
Premiering on TV that very night was Miami Vice. Despite never once seeing the show, 21 years later, while perusing Winners I came across a t-shirt emblazoned with Sonny Crockett’s face and impulsively decided to purchase it. It instantly became my favorite shirt, and 10 years later I still haven’t been able to part with it.
Coincidence? Maybe. Worth a look? You tell me!
The Zuf Truth 