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Personal Narrative: My First Child
I was born on May 12, 1999 in Saint Joseph's Hospital in Augusta, Georgia at 3:46 pm. I am the first child to be born after a long time in the family; my mother and father were very excited, so were my family in India. My mother told me at the time of my birth she was very nervous since it was her first child and her first experience being pregnant; during her pregnancy she craved a lot of ice cream and fruit loops cereal. On the morning of May 12th my mother water broke and she was admitted into the hospital, at the hospital with her was my father and two family friends who also lived in Augusta. Not long she went into labor and a few hours later I was born. I weighed 6 pounds and 13 ounces and my height was 19 ½ inches, there were no complications

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