On May 2, 1996, my mother had gave
birth to a child that had a Diaphragmatic Hernia. That child she gave
birth to on that day was me. I was born with a birth defect in which
there is an abnormal opening in the diaphragm that allows parts of
your organs to push into your chest. My heart was more to the left
and my lungs were pushing up into my chest. When my mother was in
prenatal care the doctors knew something was going to be wrong with
me, but they did not know what exactly. After I was born I was rushed
to Charleston, to a hospital where I could have surgery soon. My
mother did not get a chance to hold or even look at me. They told me
I could have died when I was born, but I did not. Even though every
thing is normal about me now, I still wonder why my mother did not
know exactly what was wrong with me during her prenatal care.