Blogging A to Z- "P"

Since nobody read or commented on my last post, I'll move on to my next post.

P is for Preemie. I am a preemie. I was born 5 weeks early on May 5. Since my birthday is coming up, I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to share this story with all of you.

My parents were out for dinner with another couple. She kept feeling some weird pressure, and then she called Evanston Hospital. She went to the hospital, and never left! I was born at 11:59 the next morning.

Now, this next part is a bit scary, so I would recommend that you not read on if you don't like scary stories. I was lethargic and not eating, so my mom took me to the doctor. I was about 7 days old at this point. The nurse took my temperature, and it was dangerously low. So low, in fact, that my lips were blue. I went to the emergency room in an ambulance, and eventually the doctors discovered that I had bleeding in my brain. As a result of that, I stayed in the hospital for 3 weeks. From what my mom has told me, I had to have a lot of blood tests and a spinal tap, which is a test where they stick a needle in your back to draw out spinal fluid to check for meningitis. Apparently I was the talk of the hospital, and the doctors didn't know if I'd be able to walk or drive a car. I do both of those things now ;). Luckily, I have no recollection whatsoever of this story.

After I was discharged, I did Physical and Occupational Therapy from infancy to kindergarten- talk about a long commitment! I am perfectly ok now, but I still am a tad impacted from what happened. I can't ride a bike, I can't do a sommersault, and I am not exactly the best student in my gym class.