How was I born on the wrong day?

[PossiblyDreaming]

I’ve always thought I was born on a Sunday which always made me feel very smug as a child whenever I saw that nursery rhyme that goes “Monday’s child is fair of face” etc until it gets to Sunday’s child and says how much better kids born on a Sunday are.

Anyway, I was recently filling out some online form where I had to put in my date of birth and it came up on a calendar showing that actually I was born on a Monday. I double checked it with another calendar and, yes, I was definitely born on a Monday. I didn’t think much of it but text my mum to tell her as I thought it was mildly amusing that she’s forgotten when I was born.

Except my mum is 100% adamant that I was born on a Sunday. She remembers it specifically as she made my dad run to the church to drag my grandparents out so that they could watch my brother while he drove her to hospital. My grandparents only ever went to church on a Sunday and my dad was a teacher so if it had been a weekday he wouldn’t have been at home when my mum went into labour. It was mid October so wouldn’t have been a bank holiday. It wasn’t a long labour, I was born a couple of hours later so it wasn’t like my mum was labouring overnight and I was born the next day or anything.

My mum is 70 and fully compos mentis but she can’t get my dad or her parents to corroborate as they’re dead. She is absolutely adamant that I was born on Sunday and now thinks that my birthday was recorded incorrectly and it’s actually the day before the day that I’ve celebrated all my life 😂. I’ve got the original copy of my birth certificate and it says the date that I’ve always thought it was.

I know it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things but it’s really odd. Is there any really obvious way that I’m missing that might confirm either way? Do I now celebrate my birthday the day before even though all my public records show it as being the next day?

Try this link rather than a calendar www.thecalculatorsite.com/misc/birthday-calculator.php

Perhaps a calendar has an incorrect leap year somewhere?

Surely she would have known the date though? A few days after you’d be telling all the family “yes, Sunday the 8th!” Unless it was always Sunday the 7th? But it seems unlikely.

The only thing I’d say is the it is incredibly common to recreate memories. Is she not mixing up a memory from when she first went into labour or something else? It was a very long time ago!

Another thought Is perhaps the year is wrong?

Monday church service?

From a book I had many years ago as a kiddo:

Monday’s witch is foul of face;
Tuesday’s witch is a disgrace;
Wednesday’s witch is long of nose;
Thursday’s witch has extra toes;
Friday’s witch bakes poisoned pies;
Saturday’s witch has evil eyes;
But the witch that was born
On the Sabbath day
Tends to smell……so keep away!

That's a cool story ☺️.
I think your Mum is right and the registrar made a foul up.
My daughters passport had the wrong year on it (not my error!) And I was only made aware when we were checking in for a flight and the check in lady said "How funny that you had your daughter's on the same day but a year apart"...I said "No, they're twins!"
Luckily she let me on the plane... But yes, far more likely that it was a clerical error.

I grew up (pre internet) being told I'd been born on Friday 13th, except it was actually a Monday. Just a joke (with me being an evil wee fecker) that stuck.

I was convinced both my DC were born on a Wednesday but turns out DC2 was a Thursday.

Mine and my sisters datesnof birth were wring on our childhood bank accounts for all our childhood bevause my
Dad opened them and got them wrong. He had my sisters date in the month with my year for my account, and the date before i was born in the month and my sisters birth year for her.

I think this thread tells us two things:

1. Official documents can easilyand are often wrong
2. Fathers should not be trusted to deal with official documents unsupervised.

my mother was born just before midnight on October 31st... but her birth certificate says she was born just after midnight on November 1st. In 1951, so it happened. People get superstitious about babies born on "bad" dates - but October 14th? Sorry... that's the day after my own birthdate, which historically has really bad connotations, whilst this one? To the best of my knowledge, doesn't!

We didn't discover the possibility for my mother's birthdate being wrong until the midwife who delivered her died, incidentally. Some 60 years later. Her birthday is and always will be November 1st, but we do sneak in little witches for the fact that she's actually a Halloween baby ( rural community at the time, huge superstition).

But it happened. Possibly more often than we like to think about.

Ooh, just tried the birthday link a few posts up and DC2 was a Wednesday after all.

Imagine if your Mum got the year wrong! Haha. I'm sure that's not the case but that would be a story to tell!

My husband managed to get my daughter’s birthdate recorded wrongly by a day and I couldn’t believe that it wasn’t flagged up as he was claiming a different day to the hospital records! No one seemed to notice and we later had to rectify it but her full certificate still says the incorrect date with a footnote at the bottom!
I think it was probably recorded incorrectly!

Depending on how old you are. It may be the registration in the hospital at fault. They used to have someone register babies at the hospital and if they said born late last night on a Monday as no one would have been there to do so on Sunday. May just have gone yeah all the kids born today instead of yeah actually yesterday simply because people are lazy and don’t listen. Imagine it’s a busy repetitive job you gotta get through it quick.

@FluffyBooBoo

Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace. Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go. Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child works hard for a living. And the child born on the Sabbath day Is bonny and blithe, good and gay.

I hate this rhyme poor kid born on a Wednesday and it’s bloody mean.

Possiblydreaming it could be like my father, he was born on the 10th but when his Auntie went and registered the birth she wrote the 11th. When I was very young my father told me he was like the Queen and had two birthdays. When I got older he told me that his head was born on one day and his body the next. I totally belived both lines until one day he told me the truth that it was his Auntie's fault . When registering the birth she advised the wrong date. To this day I still confuse his actual birthday 😳🤣😂🤣

I was always told I was a Thursday’s child.

That calculator says my birth date was a Tuesday. Parents clearly get this sort of thing wrong!

My DS was born at 4 minutes past midnight.
In my mind he was born on Monday. That’s because it was Monday when I went in and he was born before the following morning. Most of us think of it being the previous day until we get up the following morning.

So absolutely the father could have been at Church and all the things Op’s mother remembers being on Sunday, did happen on Sunday. It’s just the actual birth itself was a few minutes into Monday, and by the time the mother had a sleep and recover and woke up, it was still Monday, but felt like an entirely different day to when all the labouring had been done.

I remember telling people my DS had been born on Monday night. It was what I thought of as Monday night…but technically and accurately it was Tuesday morning. Most is consider the ‘small hours’ as nighttime and not morning.

Given no-one ever queried the actual date of the birthday, I’d think the birth certificate was right and that what people are remembering as Sunday was the day of labour. I can esasily see how this happens.

Monday's child is fair of face

Tuesday's child is full of grace

Wednesday's child is full of woe

Thursday's child has far to go

Friday's child is loving and giving

Saturday's child works hard for a living

But the child who is born on the Sabbath day

Is bonnie and blithe and good and gay.

I went into labour Tuesday afternoon with my son and he was born just past midnight on Wednesday. I was so confused as it I was sure it was still Tuesday afternoon. I think your concept of time gets warped in labour. There were no windows so I hadn't seen the sky turning dark.

As you've used the example of Plymouth, I wonder if you were born somewhere like Freedom Fields or Tavy? The Box might have records for FF or the maternity hospitals.

@NeverDropYourMooncup it’s Torbay. I was trying to be vague but I couldn’t think of anywhere further away than Plymouth 😂

My gramma was born in the 16th but her dad forgot to register her. It was a few weeks before he remembered and he registered her as being born in the 30th.

It causes so much trouble as when she’s asked her DOB she gets confused. Her official date is 30th but the real one is 16. Being 93 she has enough trouble remembering what day it is let alone which DOB she needs to state!

My 3 DC were born in the mid 1970s . I remember the day, the date and the time of each one . Yes I had pethadine , but not enough to addle my brain. When we went to register them we weren't given a piece of paper from the hospital to register them , we had to remember the details to give to the registrar .
For my DS2 the actual registrar came to the hospital on a Thursday so I went to register him adding in a middle name . When I showed my husband the birth certificate that evening at visiting time he didn't even notice .
It's quite possible that if your dad left it a few weeks before he went to f register your birth , he may have said it was 6th October instead 5 October and nobody really noticed . I bet that it's happened a lot . If my DS birth certificate could have an extra name on and his dad not notice , then I'm sure yours could have a slight date change .

Did a search on birth day. I’m Saturday and working hard for a living! On dates, my mother died when I was a child. Have only recently worked out, my dad inscribed her birth date and age at death wrongly on crematorium plaque and book of remembrance . Each one different details, too. Grief fog, I guess,

I have a very large family, 1958 - 1974. 79 cousins, 7 of my cousins have a different birthday to their day of birth!

Too much wetting the babies head before going to the registry office.

Some of them don’t have the same name on the birth certificate to the name their mum gave them!

I was Adrienne for the first 3 days when mum said she would divorce him if he didn’t change it. (I’m not entirely sure whether he actually he did register it.

Honestly in labour it all goes weird so she could have started on the Sunday and just lost track and you were born 12.01am. I didnt have pain relief as i had a home birth and my son arrived before the gas and air got there! It was only a few hours but felt like an entire day! But i do remember it was 9.14pm on a Saturday.

My mum however had an elected cesarean so wasnt in labour at all and travelled at leisure to the place she had me... She never had a clue where i was born! Told me for years it was south London somewhere. It wasnt, not even close. How do you not know where you gave birth!?! I was convinced i was adopted or stolen growing up. would explain a lot!

If i were you i would have to do some digging to find out an answer but til then - celebrate both days!!