13 years ago, I was born. I remember nothing. I was a bluish lump of the universe.
Why was I blue and not pink?
The cord. Wrapped around my neck not once, not twice, but FOUR times.
I couldn’t breathe.
The doctors tried to get me to breathe, but I just couldn’t. And the whole time, my mother was trying to see me, to hold me, to love me.
Twenty minutes later, I took my first breath.
It was beautiful. Of course, I remember nothing.
13 years later, here I am, writing this blog. 13 years of Asperger’s, My Little Pony, Pokemon, Doctor Who, and dinosaurs.
Eeeup, my life has been fantastic.