I was blessed with a birth and a death, and I guess I just want some say in between.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.
When I was born, I was effectively dead. Weird, I know. The doctors couldn't get any reaction from me, so I had to be brought round, and although it seemed like I was okay, there were underlying problems.
Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.
My natural mother died one month after I was born, apparently due to giving birth at an advanced age.
I think pregnancy, like life, is what you make it. I received a good hand. I'm thankful and blessed and so peaceful and can't wait to welcome my son.
My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.
I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.
We think birth is a miracle and death is a tragedy, but really they're flip sides of the same coin - anything born is gonna die.
I have a blessed life in so many ways.
I am not the born; how can there be either birth or death for me?