My Birth Story
by Hope Elizabeth Harris, Mrs. Garner’s Class, Northside School
“For you formed my inward parts: You covered me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” Psalm 139:13-14
It all started two weeks before I was due to arrive. On a Friday night just before Halloween, my mom, dad, and brother R.J. carved pumpkins and roasted pumpkin seeds. Later that night my parents watched the movie “Hope Floats” before going to bed. During the middle of the night my mom woke up and said “I think I’m in labor!” Once the babysitter arrived for R.J. my Dad drove my Mom to the hospital, East Alabama Medical Center.
My Mom was in labor for several hours, while my Dad, the doctor and nurses watched the Auburn football game which was on the T.V. in my Mom’s room. Finally, at 2:18 am on Saturday, October 24, 1998, I was born.
Surprise, surprise! Harris baby number 2 was a girl. My parents named me Hope, after my Grandmother whose name was also Hope. I was a healthy 6 ½ pound baby girl with brown eyes and reddish brown hair. My mom said she was so happy, she cried.
My Dad left the hospital to get my brother who was officially my first visitor. I had many other visitors in the hospital, too. After we got home from the hospital, my grandparents arrived to see their new granddaughter.
And that’s chapter one of my life story. “Marvelous are your works and that my soul knows them well.” Psalm 139:14
It’s A Girl
Brantley Hill, Mrs. Garner’s Class, Northside School
Lookout world, here comes trouble! December 15, 1998 was the day my mom went to the hospital to have a beautiful child. Gan, Papa, Cody, Daddy, Big Momma, and Paw Paw were all there. We were at Baptist South in Montgomery Alabama. Funny thing is I just don’t remember December 16, 1998.
When my mom arrived at the hospital, the place was filled! They didn’t have a room for my mom, so she was in an operating room. To her the room felt below 32 degrees, below freezing. From all the waiting the beautiful baby arrived, and the beautiful baby was me. I was eight pounds, slightly pink.
My Momma said I cried from the day I was born till I was two.
In the end, now I’m eleven, and to my parents I’m “all grown up.” I love hearing about my birth story. Remember though you can only be young once.
Being Born
by Kaleigh Murray, Mrs. Garner’s Class, Northside School
Look what my mom and dad brought in to this world on July 29, 1999! I was born. It was the happiest day of my parents’ lives. So was the birth of my brother, but that does not matter right now.
We were, well, my parents were about to get in bed after having friends over for dinner and then my mom started feeling contractions. So they went to Mrs. Justin and Mr. Lee’s house to drop off Ophelia, our dog. My dad did not want Ophelia to be alone. They stayed there for a couple of hours until Mr. Lee said they should probably go to the hospital.
I was born about 2 o’clock in the afternoon the next day and all my family came and saw me. It was the best day ever. I love baby stories!
The Beginning!
By Juwain Shorter, Mrs. Garner’s Class, Northside School
Twelve! Twelve years ago God made me and I’m going to tell you the story.
Twelve year’s ago on a dark December night, “Oh No,” my mom yelled, “my water broke!” My dad was so happy he liked to had a heart attack. Of course, hardly any men know what to do with something like that. He panicked! Brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles were all happy too. Especially my mom.
Well as you know, New York is a busy city. It never sleeps! Well, we didn’t have a car so you know we called the ambulance. Well it took them a good five minutes my aunt said.
When the ambulance arrived, they got her in a wheelchair. So the ambulance was driving and BOOM, a traffic jam!
We dodged all the traffic. We got there safely. I was born a few hours later. but…some thing’s wrong,” the nurse said, “your child has asthma.” So they rushed and put me on a breathing treatment. So after an hour, they said your child is okay.
My Mom started to name me this weird name but my dad put an end to that. He said, “Honey, let’s name him something less crazy.” So Juwain is my name.
That’s the beginning of….me!