Juggling March and motherhood
Not everyone loves March Madness.
Take, for example, my 8-year-old daughter, who despite my best efforts was born March 22, 2001. By "best efforts" I mean she was born a month prematurely. I wasn't planning on attending the Final Four in St. Louis that season anyhow -- who wants to see a woman the size of a basketball actually courtside at a basketball game? -- but Jillian's arrival put the job on hold and me in a hospital bed the Thursday before the Sweet 16.
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