My Bother
Mommy got fat, really fat. I was in 2nd grade when my mother gave birth to my little brother, Michael. It was an experience that changed my life. At the age of eight, I realized that I was no longer the only child and a lot of things were going to change with the new baby. Yes, I Still remember the first time I meet him.
My dad picked my up from ballet and I was still wearing my tights and ballet flats when I entered the car. I didn’t know what to think at first. Is having a sibling fun? Is it not fun? We entered the hospital. It was freezing cold. It was like standing in a freezer! My dad and I walked to my mom’s room. There was little light and at first it was hard for my eyes to adjust. My mom was in the bed, a white plastic band around her wrist. There was a crib next to her. I walked over as my parents talked.
Inside the crib was a baby. He had a blue cap on his head. I wondered if he had hair. I took the cap off. Nope, my brother was bald. I poked his pink skin, surprisingly, it was soft. I petted his hand but he didn’t like my treating him like a dog so he cried a lot. At first it wasn’t that loud, but it got louder and louder like turning up the volume of a stereo. I wanted him to be quiet so I started to cry.
My dad came over and picked up my brother trying to get him to be quiet. I sat on my mom’s bed while she told me that I was going to be an older sister and I had to be tough for my brother. I didn’t want to be tough, I just wanted to feel his soft baby skin!
Afterwards, my dad and I went home. A few weeks later, my mom and my new brother came back. When my mother gave birth to my brother my whole life and my parents lives’ changed because of my brother. I will never forget the time that I was him and the experience I had that day.
 Baby Snow Leopard · Fri Oct 17, 2008 @ 09:49pm · 0 Comments |
