When I was younger I entertained myself by looking up exciting things that happened on my birthday, or people I shared it with. So of course it was one of the first things I did while in the hospital after Harper was born.
Even before she was born, but we knew she would be coming in the next 24 hours, I thought about the dates she could be born on. Either April 20th, or April 21st. Most dates probably don't have a numerical meaning, but 420 is the first one that would pop into my head if asked if I knew any.
Though I'm sure it doesn't really matter, but 4/20 wasn't exactly my first choice for having my baby girl born on. (I've actually talked to a lot of people who don't realize that 420 has any meaning at all, & I can't even imagine how, or where I learned it from. But if you don't know I'm sorry that I was the one to corrupt you)
I tried my hardest not to have her on the 20th, but of course her heart rate, and mine both dropped, & they had to pull her out asap. She came 5 minutes to early. She ended up being born on April 20th at 11:55pm! Seriously?! The nurses said I could just say she was born on the 21st if I wanted, but I couldn't lie about her birthday like that. So forever her birthday will be celebrated with the hippies, & stoners for their marijuana appriciation day.
Then after researching who she shared her birthday with, lots of people came up, but the most well known of all them was founder & leader of the Nazi party, Adolf Hitler. Seriously? Drugs & Nazi's? I've been told by my advisors not to tell her who she shares her special day with. & I think 'why the heck not?!'. He may not be the nicest person in history, but is it really going to traumatize her when she finds out? & if infact it is going to traumatize her wouldn't I rather be the one to tell her, than have her find out on her own? Because I know some day she'll look up who else has her birthday.
