It’s not difficult to remember what I was doing 15 years ago today.
It was the longest day of the year and a Sunday. I was still married to my Chinese husband, who went out that day to rehearse a musical performance he was working on for later that summer.
I remember lounging on our one living room sofa, trying to find a comfortable position while I attempted to read and rest of up before heading back to work the next day. And yes, I was very pregnant.
At some point that afternoon, after my husband had returned, I told him that I wasn’t feeling well. I wondered how anyone could work in her last couple weeks of pregnancy. If this was how I was going to feel until my due date two weeks away, I wasn’t sure how I’d make it.
That was June 21, 1998.
The next morning around 5 o’clock, I woke up several minutes before my water broke. Needless to say, I didn’t have to go back to work for another couple of unpaid months.
My baby will be 15 tomorrow.