I was brought home from the hospital in a cardboard box.
My grandmother told the story that when she gave birth to my father in a hospital in Philadelphia, the doc told her, her baby was going to die. She said she brought him home in a shoebox and kept him on the warming shelf of the woodstove....and nursed him back to good health.
Over the years I’ve heard women tell stories that were similar so often that I began to think they were “old-wives-tales*....and made good yarn-spinning.
I believed her. I believe you.