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		<title>A birth story</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kelly]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2015 09:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>On his birthday he woke early, but not too early. After he climbed into bed with us, I sleepily told him his birth story. Around 4 in the morning on the day you were born I woke with a funny feeling in my tummy. At first I thought I had eaten something that didn&#8217;t agree with me the night before. But the strange feeling stayed and soon I was walking in figure eights through our house. Around the coffee table in the lounge room, past the kitchen and around our dinner table. Again and again. Until suddenly I had to sit. And as I sat my waters broke in a huge wave. And even though I knew what was happening I still had a moment of thinking I had wet myself (my son thought this was rather funny in my retelling). That thought passed quickly and I went to tell your dad that our little one was on his way. He called the midwives and they asked us to come in to the birthing suite. We took our time going to the car ~ excited about meeting you earth side ~ but also wanting to stay in our space for [&#8230;]</p>
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