…three days late.
Kinda perfect for the patron of laboring women. I thought of Anne as we were downtown today. I got super grumpy about eating lunch at the Ecotrust Building. But why? As we were driving home we passed Lovejoy Bakery, and then I remembered.
When I was pregnant with Joseph, I went to acupuncture at the same building. Acupuncture for blood pressure that was too high and a transverse baby. A few times I waited for the rest of the family to pick me up at the bakery. Joseph was born hale and whole after 37 hours of labor. Turns out the kid had tied a true knot in his cord.
So let’s remember St Anne and all those waterbirth mamas!