So it was a normal day for my mom. She had a doctors appointment and my great aunt went with her to it. It was all going fine until they lost my heartbeat. Initially my heart stopped and my mom had to be rushed to the hospital. They got there and the doctors told my GA (great aunt) to start putting on the clothes they make you wear to go into the back at birth with the mother. Usually it's the father that goes but my real dads a shithead and wasn't in my life for the most part. My GA used the hospital phone to get on call with my grandma and from what I hear she said something along the lines off "You better get to this hospital right now because I am NOT going back there to watch your daughter give birth!" Yeah I'll probably have a bunch of stories about her. She was an amazing person.

Anyways with my mom they believed they could still save me so they did and emergency C-section. My grandma made it to the hospital in time to go back there with my mom. Anyways the only people in my family who knew that I was born were the three there. My great aunt, grandma, and of course my mom. So yeah I lived obviously. They were able to move my mom into a room where my family could visit once they found put I was born. I was born around a month early so I was like 4 pounds and my mom says I was so small that you could put both of your hands together and hold me flat on my back. My grandpa loved me so much as did my sister. My brother wanted to crack eggs over my head because he wanted a boy. And I actually still have the blankets my siblings got me. My sister bought me one at a yard sale for a quarter. Its white with little yellow ducks and blue sheep. My brother bought me a blue blanket that has a road pattern on the sides and trucks on it. But they say I was so small they had to dress me in babydoll clothes and they still barely fit. But I grew up and got fat so it's fine lol

Look at me I was a big ball of fat lmao