{"id":10220,"date":"2012-05-11T01:46:10","date_gmt":"2012-05-11T05:46:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.albany.com\/midwifery-blog\/2012\/05\/the-moment-i-knew-i-was-a-grown-up.html"},"modified":"2017-11-08T11:53:33","modified_gmt":"2017-11-08T16:53:33","slug":"the-moment-i-knew-i-was-a-grown-up","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.albany.com\/midwifery-blog\/2012\/05\/the-moment-i-knew-i-was-a-grown-up\/","title":{"rendered":"The moment I knew I was a grown-up"},"content":{"rendered":"
The first time I knew that I was a grown-up -that moment and the events leading up to it are imprinted on my memory. It remains embossed, a soft puckering created by hard pressing.As I write this, my husband sleeps…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":150,"featured_media":9343,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[2,3,4,6,11,12,13,14,15,16],"yoast_head":"\r\n