Personal Narrative

Growing up an only child can be boring at times.Even though I was spoiled by my mom because I was the only child, I still wanted a younger sibling to come to,someone who would bring my excitment to my home. Finally when I was 15,my mother was pregnant with my sister Kamara. Around 11 o clock saturday night my mother started to feel contractions.So we hopped into the car and drove all the way to New-York Presbytarian hospital, because my mother refused to go to a hospital in brooklyn,she says they treat you better in manhattan. Around an hour later we reached the hospital, which my mother was checked into Maturnity. Come to find out my mother waterbroked around 5 o clock that evening when she was on her way somewhere but she didn't pay that any mind wow. By the time I entered the room of which my mother was in she was already drugged up with epidermal, which wwas funny to me because my mother acts funny whenever she under medication. I was too exhausted to even watch and laugh at her so I feel asleep on the reclining chair,by her hospital bed. The next morning my mother gave birth to my sister, surprisingly I was fascinated to watch but later then became light headed and had to sit down.Wacthing the birth was a bad idea for me because I'm easily grossed out. But it was a once in a life time experience to actually see the birth of my sister.