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Do the story without using your own name or your mother's name. IMake up names. If part of it is fiction and part non-fiction, list it as true and add a postscript at the end letting us know which part was fiction.

They slapped my mothers face the night I was born and told her to shut up. It was the beginning of fall and my mother was always the nervous kind. She was having a baby in a cold delivery room on an ice cold surgical table. It was getting late and the labor had taken hours. The doctor was getting short tempered with my mothers crying every time she had a contraction. They didn't have pain medication or spinal blocks those days at least not where she was and the doctor had a hot date that night and let my mother know she was holding things up and because of her he might have to be late. He wasn't happy about that. But at eight thirty PM, I finally entered the world and as I came out my mother screamed and the nurse slapped her across the face and said, What's wrong with you? You're only having a baby, stop making all that racket."
Mother cried softly, but it was no longer from pain, it was because she was always the nervous sort and all she needed was some kindness and understanding. But their wasn't any to be had on that evening. But she did have a healthy newborn daughter.

ps. The facts are true but the writing of its exact happening is fiction.

Happy Birthday
By
Karen Micallef Tylutki
Sept. 02, 2009

The snow was coming down in unmercifully.
The drifts piled high in five-foot drifts.
The taxi cab had limped along the city streets with four working girls and a pregnant teenager and finally made it to the hospital as the young girl in frenzied labor pains begged the driver for help into the medical building.
It was her first.
The baby was two weeks late.
She was the size of a small igloo and very young and very scared.
Although she had family, in-laws, a husband...there she faced motherhood alone.
The driver helped her out of the car, but had several fares to pick up and left her at the doorway.

It was morning rush hour.
She laid in the hospital bed has quietly and properly as a well bred lady should, whimpering from time to time but not fully dilated to give birth.
She refused medicine.
Nothing would compromise her baby's well being!

Hours passed.

The woman in the next bed screamed and ranted and raved endlessly and drove the poor girl crazy.
Her roommate was having a baby, too...and nurses were called in incessantly to attend her.
Her doctor stroked her and made a fuss and pampered her and chastised the nurses for complaining about her.

Finally, the young girls husband arrived at her bedside.
He had finished his day at work, went home, washed up, sat down to dinner and enjoyed his mother's meal. He thought or was told...who knows the truth of it...his wife, Theresa was resting and not to disturb her.
He sat down in the living room, read the paper and then said to his mother, "I am going to check on Theresa."

She had fallen into a snow drift the morning before and was plucked out 10 minutes later by a stranger who heard a weak voice calling for help on his way to church.
Her began to feel a little uneasy, since she was two weeks late.
Slowly, his foreign born mother laid her hand on his knee. "Paulo, Teresa, she is not in her room; we sent her in a cab to the hospital this morning, after papa went down stairs to open the store.
The young man was speechless. The family store, now closed for the day, left the pick up truck available for the husband, mother-in-law and father-in-law to crowd in the front seat and drive to the hospital. Paulo rushed to Theresa's side. ...it was after 6:30 p.m.

At 7:45 p.m. the time had come for the baby to be born.

At this point, little five foot Theresa asked for anesthesia.
Her baby was born, safe and sound. The baby was a girl, nine pounds, three ounces. She had a full head of brown hair and dark brown eyes.

When Paulo saw the baby in the nursery, he and his family were very happy.
She was chubby and healthy...perfect and alert!

He went into see his wife and she asked hi: "Did you see the baby?" "Whom does she look like”?
He answered with a sad look: "She looks like me."
"Oh that's great!” she answered.
"I wanted her to look like you.” her replied

When Theresa was presented with the baby for breast-feeding, she smiled.
The minute she laid eyes on her, it was love at first sight!

It must have been the same way for the baby, because they have been best friends ever since.

I believe this is pretty much an accurate account.

Maltese Colleen

Sweet Secret- Your story is well-written, and your mother was so brave. Giving birth is one of the most painful and difficult things on earth. The slap from the nurse was cruel.

Maltese, I loved the "size of a small igloo" phrase. I had to laugh. The story was well done. You were really a "snow baby."