Day 8

Today I am thankful for life.

Yesterday as we sat having dinner with my parents my dad and mom told us the story of when I was born, 

It all started on November 8, 1984 when after 24+ hours of labor the 2 doctors started arguing over whether my mom needed a C-section or not when my mom told them she could see the head to which the doctor told her that was impossible I was up to high for that, my mom told them again that she saw the head luckily a nurse was paying attention and turned around to catch me before I could hit the ground after that the first thing they said was "don't stimulate her don't stimulate her" I had a doctor, an anesthesiologist and a nurse all working on me they were pulling out vials and tubes and started pulling green gunk out of my lungs. after that they very calmly told my mom that they just needed to take me to the nursery and handed me to my dad to let him carry me, but as they got into the hallway the nurse said to my dad "If you can't keep up with us we will take her back from you because we need to get her under oxygen now." 

(This next part of the story is my favorite.)

Those nurses couldn't keep up with my dad and he had to wait at the nursery for them.

After they got me to the nursery and put me under oxygen my parents said I got ticked off and cried and spit out the rest of the junk and was fine after that.

It was after that the doctor came in and told them that they shouldn't  have any more children because they had hit perfection with me. (This part may or may not be an exaggeration)

Who knew I'd be a pain from the start.