Monday, December 3, 2012
Baby Face Blog Hop
I just found this in my friend Jeff's blog and tracked it back to learn what it is all about. I thought it's fun. Not many photographers would be brave enough to take pictures at a dragon hatchling but I do have a story to fill the requirement.
I am the sandwich child. My mother had already given birth to my older brother and she expected the same labor symptoms she had with him. While waiting, she went shopping and then she thought on cleaning the fridge and do some other stuff. Mom has always been very active. So it happened that around 12.00am of a Sunday morning, the water broke before she got all those warning symptoms she was waiting for.
My father picked up my grandmother and along with my mother they dashed for the hospital. My granny was sitting in the back seat and received me on her lap, halfway to the hospital, when my father was passing in front of Chapultepec.
Now you need to know Chapultepec is a very big green area in Mexico City that includes woods, an amusement park and a zoo. The highway my father took passed in front of the amusement park, but it was funnier for the whole family to say it was the one crossing the zoo. It's easy to imagine how many jokes have raised around this.
Some say I was dumped in the monkey cage. Some say my mother exchanged children with the parrots and well, I've practically had a tour around the whole zoo.
In any case, truth is when my father arrived to the Medical Center, a small group of nurses and doctors came out with a gurney. My granny had me in her lap and all her skirt and legs were naturally stained. My mother was just next to her. And guess what? Yes, the medical team took out my granny and put her in the gurney and were leaving my mother behind.
My grandmother just kept yelling. "It's not me! It's her! It's her!"
Legend says my granny let me fall when she received me and I fell on my head, thereof the slight maladjustment in the head. This belief is further enhanced by the fact I got jaundice at the third day of being born. After the whole blood transfusion and treatment, doctors told my mother chances were the same for me to be either blind, deaf, paralytic or crazy. Well, I have the sight of an eagle, the ear of a fox and the legs of a marathoner, so you know the winner.