Happy birthdays

My birth was just like every other. Starting with contractions in the middle of the night, then the mad dash to the hospital my dad getting pulled over for speeding, the police officers asking do you know why I pulled you over? , The apologetic, sorry officer my wife is in labor, the shocked oh! The police officer escorts my parents to the hospital. As they arrive at the hospital the staff is waiting on hand, as my mother gets out of the car she starts yelling ,I have to go to the bathroom but the nurse says we don't have time for that. The staff rushed her to the prep room but she insists she had to go number two really bad so one nurse agrees to take her as my mother sits on the toilette her water brakes but she thinks she is just going number one, her contractions still continuing, she feels she is going number two and pushes and continues to push than she feels a sudden really sharp pain on her side she calls the nurse who was just out side the bathroom door, the nurse walks in and asked what’s wrong? My mother says she is getting sharp pains so the nurse wheelchairs her back to the room and sits her on a bed and checked to see how far she is dilated but much to the nurses surprise my mother was already crowning, the nurse runs out of the room screaming for the doctor, just as the doctor walks in to see how far along my mother is, I popped right out into his hands. I was born at white memorial hospital at 3:07 in the morning, a preemie baby one month early. At first I didn't scream or cry didn't move so the doctor had to slap me but still I would not cry or move so the doctor slapped me again after the fourth slap I started crying. Right away the doctor could see there was something else wrong with me my cry was week . Test show I had Pneumonia from my mom being around a family of smokers and to top it all off Jaundice, so the staff rushed me away and shoved me in a incubator and hooked me up to a breathing apparatus and a feeding tube. As I lay there a small little preemie, yellow weak ,sick, hooked up to a bunch of machines all alone in a room, nearly close to death, the only contact was from a nurse who would cheek on me every few minutes, she would sing to me to keep me calm as she changed me and bath me. My parents could only visit me for a hour a day and get to hold me, after three weeks I began to gain my normal color, I began to gain weight and grow and was able to breath on my own, after three months have past the doctor gives the ok for me to go home, so my parents loaded me up in the car with care and off into the sunset they drive home