I remember celebrating St. Patrick's Day as a kid in school. One year, I got to "pinch back" several people because the back of my ponytail was sprayed green and unless you were behind me, it wasn't noticeable. It was such a thrill to hide your green so that you could grab a wad of skin and give a tug. Green socks, green undies or green toenails hidden by your shoes were always a popular choice. As I got older, I realized that drinking was a huge part of St. Patrick's Day. Shirts with green beer seemed pretty popular. Since I did not drink, none of this appealed to me. I still played it safe and wore a splash of green on that day. My St. Patrick's Day changed forever on March 17, 2003 in the early morning hours. I had endured an extremely difficult pregnancy and was now in the hospital, with a baby that was 7 weeks early and in distress. I had just been told "we have to do an emergency c-section. It's a very dangerous situation." I was being ...
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