Memoir

For my memoir assignment I am thinking I will do the memory of my youngest brother being born. So here it goes...
I was ten years old when my youngest brother, Drew, was born. When my mom first told my brother and I she was pregnant, I was in shock. I already had to deal with one younger sibling and now they were making me put up with two!? It just didn't seem fair to me. But as the pregnancy progressed, I was amazed at how much my mom's stomach was growing. I was so used to seeing my mom as a slender woman with a small waist so the large ball under her shirt was such an interesting change. But before long, I enjoyed the growing stomach. The larger my mom became, the more she was home. With having two children under the age of ten and my dad working forty-five minutes away, my family never seemed to have much time together once school hours were over. So before I knew it, the day was here and I was woken up at 2:45 to my frantic dad and my mom walking very slowly past my open doorway. I asked what was going on, to which my dad responded, "It's time for mommy to go to the hospital and give you your new brother or sister." Well when I heard that of course I wanted to go along. My mom wasn't keen on that idea and said, "Lindsey you and Dillon are going to grandma's house until school and then grandma's going to bring you to come see me after school is over." So I was dropped off at my grandma's only to be overwhelmed with sleep and excitement. I couldn't sit still during the school day and all I wanted to do was see my mom again.



Ok, so I don't want to tell my whole story so that's the majority of it. But my new baby brother was healthy as can be and is now nine years old.