Birth Story - Cyenne Pulliam

Thursday the 8th of November. The day that yours truly was born. The orange and brown leaves blowing in the cool autumn breeze. My mother and father rush out of the half painted blue-gray brick house. My father starts the car while my mother gets into the passenger seat. They set off towards the hospital, my mother gripping the arm rest of the seat with every new wave of pain, and my father dodging other cars and finding the quickest route to the hospital through the intense traffic. Family Affair by Mary J. Blige plays on the radio and drowns out all noise of traffic.


Members of my extended family stand in the hallway of the maternity ward of the hospital, waiting for me to be born. I was born at 2:30 in the afternoon at Kansas City Hospital on a clear November Thursday.  

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