Interesting Birth Story

I was born on February 27th 1998 in Cleveland Ohio. I was a premature baby and was only 5 pounds when i was delivered. I got my name from my great grandfather Dequan Anderson Williams. I wasn’t a jr because my dad already had my big brother and named him after him. The first five years of my life went by pretty fast. I have many memories from my first five years. One memory i remember was the first time i went to the zoo. I went with my daycare teacher and her two sons. I was three years old and it was a very hot day. The first Animals i saw was these big old elephants. I was so amazed by how tall and big they were. After we seen the elephants we saw two big old turtles who was moving extremely slow. The turtles were making these weird noises that was loud and annoying. After seeing

Not the best way to start a story because it happens to everyone, but my birth was actually not like usual ones. From what I have been told, it was that there was a lot of screaming and cursing.The chaos was not about me, not yet, but it was what was going on immediately after I came into this world.

I was born on September 11of 2004 in Finley Hospital in the morning. I did not cry much and that is a good thing when I was hungry for food I would eat things like those mash potatoes, pudding cups, pancakes, waffles and sometimes I still eat them. I liked to play a lot so when I was little I loved to throw any type of ball like a tennis ball. Then I would break many things.

I was born on October 23rd, 1999 very early in the morning the very first person to carry me was my dad. When I two years old me and my mom moved to Las Vegas, and lived there for about 6 years then soon move back to California. That was in early the early 2000’s when that happened . Few years past by then my sister was born June 23rd, 2005. I was staying with my cousin at the time until she was born then I went to see my sister on the day she was born.

I had been an only child for eight years so when my parents told me I was going to be a big sister I was shocked. I thought I was going to be an only child my whole life. It was normal for me to do things alone and I’m normally not thrilled about change but I was excited. We decided to name him Houston Michael Peters. He was originally supposed to be born on the thirty first of January, the same day as my dad. But he was born 2 days early on the twenty-ninth of January two thousand and fourteen and that's the day my life changed for the better.

The nurse cut my umbilical cord, and I was placed on my mother’s chest. I was weighed at 7 pounds 3oz and 18 inches. With tears in her eyes, my mother met the new love of her live. Me! She thanked God for blessing her with a healthy baby girl. I was surround with love from family member at visited. My mother stated, “ I wouldn’t change a thing, giving birth was the best experience of my

On November 8, 1998, I was a surprise to Robin Freeman and Tony Blackwell. It was such a surprise because it was my mom’s birthday. She was celebrating with some pizza when all of a sudden, her water broke. They rushed to the hospital and a couple of hours later, Shirquita Dishae Blackwell was delivered into the world. I think it is unique my mom and I have the same birthday. I was so light in skin color they said my brother thought I was white, but my mom said it had looked like my heart was bigger than any other standing in the room with her.

I was born June 21, 1999, at Rainbow Children’s Hospital. When I was born, my feet were bent crooked. I had to wear casts on both of my feet until I turned one year old. I still even have my casts to this day. My Aunt Tricia chose my full name, Deja Monae Kent. I do not know how, but my mom thought I was a little boy and she was going to name me Devante (NO, the doctors did not tell her incorrect information). I really do not know where Deja came from, but Monae came from this baby at our church. The first couple of years of my life were beautiful. I was passed around from family member to family member on my mother’s side of the family every week; they just could not get enough of me or my smile.

My initial due date was January 9, 1998, but my mother’s blood pressure started rising from the preeclampsia. She was induced in the evening of January 6. My mother did receive an epidural to help relieve labor pain, but the anesthesiologist missed the epidural space in the spine, therefore she did not actually have pain relief. So, I was born on January 6, 1998 at 10:43 P.M. in Wheeling Hospital, Wheeling, West Virginia. My father was present along with the necessary medical staff. When I was born, I weighed eight pounds, six ounces. I measured 21 inches long.

I was born on a late August’s night, in Longview, WA, at St. John’s hospital. While time rushed by for everyone, for my parents it was almost as if time stood still as they gazed down at their baby girl. They named that beautiful baby girl, Averi M. Klein. As a little girl, I loved the color pink and like to dress up in frilly dresses. My playmates were the boys that lived next door and we would go out into the little wooded area behind our home and play.

My birth was simple. My parents made preparations, had an easy drive to the hospital and there were few complications during my birth. The events of the day all went off without a hitch for the most part.

I was nine months pregnant when one early morning I felt a gush of water flow out of me. I gasp and said "it's time." No one was home except for me. To make sure it was finally time to give birth I waited until the contraction where four minutes apart. As I was changing my pants I then called my parents who were at work. "Oh no, are you ready for some pain," my mother told me as she laughed her heart out. "Mom don’t scare me," I frantically told her. Just then my aunt had just arrived from work and I quickly ran downstairs to tell her it was time. As she rushed me to the hospital I began thinking about how much my life would now feel complete. It's like I had a friend who heard me cry, who listen to me talk, who ate what I would eat. It was

I was born at Lawrence General Hospital on July 5th, 2003. I was born early, I was born at thirty-two weeks so that is “really early” my mom said. My due date was August 21, 2003. I was in the hospital for awhile after I was born. My mom and dad say I was in the hospital for about a month before I could go home. My dad always said that I was the size of his four arm that's really small. That was when I was first born at Lawrence General Hospital.

On October 29, 2001, at approximately 3:09 AM, the infant version of myself entered the human world and drew breath for the very first time. What came before and followed this event is unknown to me, as I was not mentally developed to the point I could understand my surroundings. But according to stories of heard from parents and my sister, It is quite possible I had the most boring birth a person is capable of having.

In my birth story there is nothing really to it unless you count me just being born. I asked my mom, but, she said nothing really happened. But, one thing that she said was that she was craving some foods like burgers and red cream soda and some other stuff. But after months and months I was delivered at Good Samaritan Hospital and weighed 7lbs 12.8oz. She always had a name in mind for me, and it was Jackson because, she loved the name and it meant God has been Gracious.