A Note About My Birth

I do not recall the circumstances of my birth, or the consequences that followed it.

I have only a vague memory of a very ugly clown costume and the glowing face of my cousin Lorri (my Uncle Rob's daughter), whom I was convinced (for the first part of my life) was my sister.

My family tells me I was born, in distress, due to a large miscommunication with a very uppity nurse.

I was born on a Monday at 10:10 a.m. and at the time my mother was ready to be wheeled back for a C-Section, my father recalls, it interrupted a football game he was watching on the hospital television.

The first people I met, besides my parents, were my uncle Pete, my aunt Kristie and; of course; my cousin Lorri ( she was living with us at the time).

I was delivered into this world by a man named Rudd, at a hospital in DeRidder Louisiana. (He no longer practices, but I hear that his son delivered my nephew Kason last year).

When I entered this world I weighed 9 pounds and 1 ounce, and I was 21 inches long. I've tried to imagine a child that size and can't seem to wrap my head around it.

All of These things occurred, of course, on my birthday, April 13th 1992.

This is all according to my baby book, which is the closest thing to a factual document I have concerning things not on a birth certificate.

At some point after bringing me home, my father attempted to keep track of my milestones, but the only thing written during that period of time is "All she does is eat, sleep, and babble."

According to my father, "Not much has changed."