Being The Only Child And The Youngest Grandchild Has Made Me The Spoiled Brat Ever Known

We had been at the hotel for about thirty minutes when we got the call from the lobby that they had arrived and were on their way up the elevator. The three of us scrambled in excitement waiting to hear a knock at the door. Finally there is a knock at the door and my dad rushes to the door and opens it. We see a woman, his foster mother, holding a baby boy, at the door. She carried him in and laid him on the bed. We all walked over and admired the baby. I was the first one to sit down and hold my new baby brother.

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

On March 30, as of three thirty in the morning, my life has officially changed. The labor pains had set in and it was time to have a baby. I had never felt a pain so excruciating in my life, and I thought that cramps were terrible, labor pains do not even compare. I climbed the stairs to my aunts room to let her know that it was time to go to the hospital. After watching her run around the room frantically she finally was able to rush me to the hospital. She zoomed through street lights rushing for fear that I may have the baby in the car and she would pass out. Had

I was 33 years old on November 9th, 2000. My family was made of myself, my husband, Doug, my daughter, Haley, and our dog, Josie. Haley was only 2 years and 9 months old at the time of the birth of her new baby brother, but I wasn’t quite sure how she would handle not having all of the attention. I could tell something was off from the moment I woke up that day. To start, Haley wouldn’t stop crying from the moment she woke up. As for me, I was feeling sick, and was having a few contractions here and there. I was packing my things for the hospital because I was scheduled to have a C-section November 10th. Afternoon came and my condition was getting worse and worse, things got so bad that Doug and I decided we should go to the hospital. I was mortified because I just needed the baby to wait a couple more hours. I could not have this baby come out of the birth canal, my

When I was one and a half another less of a miracle was born my sister Elizabeth. At first we were inseparable but over the years we have grown apart.

On June 13 2001 a girl named Jillian Suess was born at Grey’s Nuns hospital. That girl was me.I am the 6 th and last child of my extended family. Being the youngest child has its perks, like no matter what you do your older siblings will get in trouble even if it isn't your fault. Also you will never have to do as many chores. Having a big family has its up and downs but I know that there always there for me.

I was born December 16, 1998 in San Diego California. I was the third boy born, and the last child my parents would have. Although I got the special treatment that the youngest child always gets, there were some negatives to being the youngest. First of all, there is hardly any pictures of me. There are pictures, but by the third kid your parents start to get lazy. There are about a million photos of my oldest brother Frank and about ten of me. I like my name: Mitchell John McNeill. As a child, I was always very hyper. I was known as the kid with a lot of energy. Frankly, I liked being called that. I took it as a compliment and took pride in being energetic. I also always had a smile on my face as a kid. I would get excited

Meanwhile, my mom was in a difficult situation with her job. Even before this disturbance, she was having trouble speaking to her boss because of the language barrier. The whole family was in a tough spot in our lives,struggling with money issues, as well. With all the hospital bills. I decided to get a job to help out. I was always told at a young age to focus on school and everything else will come later. Yet I knew I had to do something to help . Before I was done executing the idea of a job, my mom told us we were going to the Dominican Republic to do some tests on my sister, to see if they could find anything. With no surprise, they could find nothing wrong, yet there was a significant difference, she was stronger than ever

“Congrats, you are pregnant with twin girls!” the excited medical tech yelled, with her smile warming up the room. Can you imagine the mixed feelings that came over my parents as they went in to find the sex of their one child, to only find out there were two. From that moment on, inside my mother’s womb, I knew I would have to fight hard to be an individual. All my life, everyone always questioned, “Which one are you again?” or “There’s two of you, that’s so cool”. It seemed like a slow carousel that keeps going around and around and never stops. We were both intelligent and always did everything together but that didn’t mean we were the same. When you have a twin, everyone thinks you guys are one person and for the last 17 years, I still

February 6th, 1950 at Cedars of Lebanon Hospital at 6:07pm my mom gave birth to precious little me! Natalie Maria Cole 7lbs 11oz. I am the first born child to my mom and dad. But my parents adopted my mom’s daughter because she was an orphan. Her mom died of tuberculosis and her dad died when she was 3 years-old. Her name is Carole, aka Cookie! When my mom adopted Cookie she realized she was pregnant with me. When I was first born I was a very chubby, or a happy baby. And I didn 't learn how to walk till I was 1 ½ years old.

Life can throw you unexpected events, that are hard to handle alone. Having a twin can help solve these problems. Throughout my life I have overcome many experiences. Coming from a small grade school and not knowing

Before we left, we said “goodbye” again to our family and left. As my mom drove, I was getting sleepy, but my mom told me that I should stay awake just in case. We later got to the hospital, where we got confused where to go, but eventually found out where the entrance was. We all got out of the car and headed towards the automatic doors, but when I walked in, it was pretty barren and cold. My mom headed to the counter to check us in while my siblings and I sat down. The kind lady working behind the counter gave my mom, sister, and I a yellow wristband, and told us to sit

I was born on January 3rd, 1997. (Birth Certificate) To Karen and James Saturday. According to them, I was spoiled. They like to remind me that when I was a baby, I used to have a ball pit; I think that it’s because they think a ball pit was supposed to get them off the hook for the next 18 years of my life. After my second birthday, I became the proud big sister to my brother Jason. I wore my “I’m a Big Sister” shirt for years after he was born. (Picture in shirt) Of course, like all other siblings, we fought. We fought at home, in the middle of the grocery store, at daycare, if we were together we were bickering.

On July, 25, 2015 two beautiful twins came in this world.While going in labor my sister, Keishanna, was very nervous and happy for the babies to come out. Keishanna was having horrible contraction that was coming back every ten minutes. She was breaking in sweat and freaking out because the pain was killing her so bad. While she was going through the contraction, my mother said," Birth is not only about making babies, Birth is about making mothers strong, competent, capable mothers who trust themselves and know their inner strength." My sister took that advise and took the pain. Keishanna was in labor about two hour, but to her it seem like it been forever. Finally, thats when the doctor said," It's time for the babies to come." This was

July 23, 2005 my son Jatourian was born. I was now responsible for another life at the young age of 17. In my mind I was terrified but in my heart in knew I wanted nothing but the best for him and in wanted to be the person to give to him. He is such an amazing person. Jatourian has so much confidence that it is inspiring. His spirit is so bright that I have no doubt in my