The Day I Was Born - 1312 Words

The Day I Was Born Almost twenty-two years ago, on July 4th, 1994, I was born. I have heard many stories over the years about that day, but after interviewing my mom and dad I learned things I had not known whether they are accurate or not. When explaining the assignment to my parents I told them to email me everything they can remember on their own about the day I was born. After reading what they sent I found that I needed more details so I asked them both the same questions, separately. I asked questions such as: how was the weather, what did the room look like, who visited me, etc. My parents remembered the general things from that day but when asked about specific things they either remembered them one way or not at all. I found that†¦show more content†¦My mom, on the other hand, remembers hearing a nurse ask her what was wrong after she screamed in pain (B. Lehmann, personal communication, March 23, 2016). She also remembers the response she gave the nurse which was, â€Å"Contractions are painful; I don’t recommend having them!† She can also remember calling the doctor that morning and asking if she had time to shower before she came down to the hospital (B. Lehmann, personal communication, March 23, 2016). Though she may not remember what the nurse’s voice sounded like she still remembers those exact words. I think my parents were able to remember these things because it was a big day for them and when asked certain questions they were able to draw out more memories. Visual codes also as defined in my notes are memories of mental pictures for example, childhood neighborhood. My father remembers the sterilized room the nurses took me to after I was born because I was jaundice, but my mother does not (C. Lehmann, personal communication, March 23, 2016). She remembers more so what her hospital room looked like. The room I was put in, according to my father, had an incubator in the center and a window that my family could see through from my mom’s hospital room. No one was allowed to touch me because it had to be a sterile environment and the nurses did not want people coming and going. My parents called the incubator I was in a ‘French fry heater.’ They always told me I