2nd May 1983:



My mother's blood pressure was too high, and the doctor told her she needs to have an emergency C section, or else we will both be in danger. So they cut her tummy open and took me out. I was only 26 weeks old, and weighed less than 2 pounds.

My breathing and heartbeat kept stopping because I was too weak. My mouth was too small, they couldnt feed me normally. So a tube was put into my nose and I was fed milk through that tube. The doctors told my parents to prepare for the worst because I only had a 10% chance of survival.

I was so tiny, I could be carried with only one arm. My daddy told me he went to visit me everyday before and after work.  Every day that I was still alive, was a relief to everyone around.

I was in the incubator for 3 months, before I was finally strong enough to go home.

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Bigger. And smiling! :)


Still smiling! :))


Still smiling. Even though I was fucking ugly. Eeeee.


Fast forward to .......2nd May 2008:


25 years later.. I am still alive!! Woohoo!!




25 years old now. Fuck I feel old.

Please feel free to send me botox vouchers and crates of bird's nest! Thankyouverymuch.