Tuesday, November 26, 2013

The Mystery Keeper First Years

Now that NASCAR's over, I'll focus on my life for a few posts, tell my full story. I was born on November 2, 1989 at 9:53 pm. My mom had contractions starting that evening and then had to have a C-section that night because I had fetal distress, which means my heartbeat was dropping. The umbilical chord was all tangled because I'd somersaulted over the amniocentesis needle.  I guess I didn't like it. I was 5 pounds, 15 ounces and was 18 1/2 inches long. I had trouble nursing and my weight went down to 5-4, maybe due to my near-term status, since I was born at 37 weeks. I was supposed to be a Thanksgiving baby, but came shortly before election day instead.  Many light skinned babies have blue eyes, but my mom says I always had brown eyes. I had dark brown baby hair and was dark looking, just olive.  I lightened up in a few weeks, though.  I also grew in this time, but I looked so little to my mom in my first six weeks of life. At that age (6 weeks), I was 10-8. I also got my first cold at that age. I learned to do things within normal age range as a baby, crawled at 6 months, sat at 7 months, talked at 10 months and walked at one year.

I was a hyperactive toddler, but my mom read to me, as that was a way to keep me still. I liked being read to and the rest of the time, I played and got into everything. I played with my toys, outside with my swing set and sandbox and went to playgrounds.  I had a lot of ear infections at 2. I also got banged up legs at times and bumped my head bad on my parents bedroom doorway when I ran into it. I burned my elbow once and my hand on the snow blower muffler at 3 as well I had cognitive abilities at this age. I could count to 10 at two and knew my colors, letters and shapes while still a toddler. I didn't know how to eat chips until I was 3, though, I think. I tried to eat them with a fork but my dad set me straight. I was potty trained at 3 years 5 months because I cried on the potty before that. That fall, at 3 almost 4 I started preschool and watching PBS. Next time, I'll tell of my time there and if I feel I need to for length, go into early elementary years.


  1. I love that you started watching PBS in preschool. That is awesome. Also, I imagine that it must have been terribly frustrating to try to eat chips with a fork. :) This is cool to read; I'm looking forward to your next post!

  2. The chip thing went like this: I stuck my fork at a chip and dad said "You don't eat chips with a fork! You just pick 'em and eat 'em with your fingers, the chips." My mom would call my life story "The Mystery Keeper" because I'm a complex person. This is why I'm using it for this blog series. I took a technical writing class in college, which influence how I write.