My sister and I are about 3 years and 10 months apart, me being oldest. We were always very close. Granted we had the sibling fights that most children do both verbal and physical. I was always well versed in things whereas my sister was always a little more....shall we say naive.

When I found out I was pregnant with The Professor I was 19 years old and it was only 6 days before my 20th birthday which means My Sister was only 16 at the time. She was really good during my pregnancy helping me when I was sick and visiting. She liked to shop as most teenage girls did so baby shopping was fun to do together.

When I went into labor, I called my mother who lived about 30 minutes north of us. She stopped by the restaurant my sister worked at after school to pick her up and bring her to my house while we waited for Hubby to return from work as well. By the time everyone arrived at the house it was very near time for me to get to the hospital so I don't remember seeing her too much during the trip to the hospital or during check in.

My private birthing room was like party central! I had no idea who was actually in the room for the birth until long after my baby was here. Hubby could not manage the room and who was in it since I would not allow him to leave my side or let go of him in any way. I was going through this process au natural and I was in PAIN. So present at the birth was my husband, my mom, my step-father, my sister, my mother-in-law, my sister-in-law and my other sister-in-law. Yes, a party...just like I said!

During the end of the labor before I began pushing I caught a glimpse of my sister standing near the oxygen machine they had my mask hooked up to - WHITE AS A GHOST. At that point it hit me that she should not have to watch this. So I yelled for my mother to please make her leave since she looked like she was going to get sick. My mother refused and said she should be part of the "miracle" as well. So I pleaded with my hubby to please make her leave. She wouldn't go even though I was begging her to. She looked hurt that I would not want her there. Of course I did want her there but I was so worried about her that I could hardly focus.

When I was pushing I completely forgot about her being there - or anyone being there actually other than my husband and my mother who were right there with me holding onto me. After The Professor made his debut, and hubby and I were through ooh-ing and ahh-ing all over him I remembered my sister! She was on the futon couch at that point with her hands on her head. Needless to say she had always been the prude-ish type so the entire process was a bit of a shock to her system I think.

After doing her own ooh-ing and ahh-ing over her new nephew, she whispered to me that her school should show that video in sex ed and everyone would remain abstinant for a real long time like she had just decided to do! :)