Personal Narrative Of 1998

August 9th, 1998 was the day when my fight and formation as a person began. My mother was rushed to Piedmont Hospital, in panic, because I was eager to be born exactly two months before my due date. I was born at a whopping four pounds and five ounces, which terrified the doctors as well as my parents. After being held by my mother for only 30 seconds, I was seized from her arms and taken to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit of the hospital. I was placed on a ventilator because I was not breathing properly. Within six hours, I yanked out the breathing tubes only to have then put back inside me. Much my chagrin, I pulled the uncomfortable tubes out for a second time, and the doctor’s determined that I was strong enough to live without them. Despite