Equal doses of dark humor and human drama coming up, because what are we without the capacity to find joy in the darkest of times? Politically correct.
My Little Metalhead
Any proper couple with metal, goth, geek and generally unusual leanings must have the most unique name for their offspring. My boyfriend and I refrained from deciding on a name until late in my pregnancy; indeed, I played around with several name combinations a week before the baby’s birthday. On September 24, 2011, Sorin Kristian (because every boy must have two first names) plopped out after three-and-a-half hours of labor, easy peasy. The epidural catheter almost messed up my QR code tramp stamp, and I had a couple of nurses and interns remarking on my tattoo through the haze of local anesthesia.