This was the day my life has begun. Born at 12:05 PM in a hospital in Massachusetts. My mother struggled to get pregnant. When she was in her late teens they informed her that she'd have a difficult time have children. A couple years before she actually had me she was pregnant with a baby girl. She had the same Sarah picked out for her. Three weeks before she was due my parents were informed that their new baby would have downs syndrome and possibly autism. One week before the due date baby Sarah had died. It was a miss-carriage. As like any parent, mine were mortified but they didn't give up. To this day my mother calls me the miracle baby.
I always think back and wonder what my parents thought on the day that I was born. "Would would she do? Will she be nice? A criminal? Will she get bullied?" I bet it never crossed their mind once. They were probably just enjoying me as a small cute baby.
As far as my parents have told me. My life as a baby was pretty awesome. I never really cried. You could say I was living "the baby dream". Eat. Sleep. Poop. I did go through a phase in preschool where I was the biggest brat ever. I would throw fits, scream, refuse to do anything. As I got old enough to understand that I wasn't the boss of the house I slowly started to listen.
