On December 9th, 2000 at 2:30 in the morning, it was a stormy winter day and my mother was in labor with her favorite child (me). Outside the window you saw hundreds of thousands of pretty white snowflakes fall onto the ground that was already blanketed with snow like a rabbit´s white fur. I was the biggest baby that my mother has ever given birth to. I was 9 pounds and my entire body was stuck behind my mom pelvis bone. My mom was in excruciating pain because of me.
I was born with a birth injury by the name of Brachial Plexus injury. The brachial plexus is the network of nerves that sends signals from your spine to your shoulder, arm and hand. A brachial plexus injury occurs when these nerves are stretched, compressed, or in the most serious…show more content… My last surgery was in the 7th grade. I remember when my mom told it was going to happen. She was asking me why I was happy. I was was kinda happy but I didn’t really know how to feel. I felt like i was supposed to feel happy, but i wasnt i was just like “oh okay”. I felt a little upset because I felt like my parents were trying to change me. But i knew that they werent trying to change me but they were trying to help me.
The scar i have from the last surgery is about 3 ½ in. It looks like a big catapillar that is just sitting on my forearm. It looks like the catapillar has made its home on my arm and not going to leave. I look at it all the time and trace it with my finger. As I go over it i feel smooth soft skin but as I keep going up more of my arm you start to feel bumps that make the scar visible.
Not everything was terrible when i was born. After that happened my mom decided to sue the doctor for what he had done. I was given close to 70,000 because of what have happened. This always makes me happy because I dont really have to have as many problems with college when I get there. That doesnt mean that i’m not going to try to get a scholarship
