Lindzi Scharf “Holy f—.”Those were the first words my daughter, Evan, heard the moment she was born. So I assumed.As they placed her 6 pound, 9 ounce body on my chest, those were the first words that came to mind.
I’d just pushed a tiny terrorist out of me after 9 months, 5 days, and 10 hours. With each contraction, my mantra had been, “Amy Poehler and Tina Fey have done this.
You can do it.” Anyone who has experienced pregnancy and childbirth can attest – childbearing can feel a bit like the Noomi Rapace scene in “Prometheus,” while childbirth is a lot less funny than “Knocked Up.” So yeah – “holy f—” felt appropriate.However, it turned out Evan hadn’t heard me.
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