My sister was born in December 1994, when I was four years old.
One of my earliest memories is from when the paramedics helped my mother out to the ambulance.
My mother’s water had broken in the middle of the night while we were all sleeping. Back then it was believed that if your water broke you had to stay vertical. So my dad called for an ambulance, so that she could be carried out on a stretcher.
Our entrance hallway was very cramped and twisty, so they could not get her out that way. But we were living in a first floor apartment at the time, so they just carried her out a window.
For four-year-old me it was already strange enough to be up in the middle of the night. Seeing my mother being carried out the window by strangers pretty much made my night.
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