My Mother My Killer

I was in a hurry to meet the world ot Seems. At 27 weeks , I decided to make my grand entrance. And oh how grand it was! My mother was only 16 and so when she started having lav PK t pains she wasnt quite sure what it was. Yet she knew something wasnt right. Th3 doctors told her that they could not stop the labor but they wanted to hold me off for at least 24 hours, so they could administer a shot that would help my lungs function. I often wonder, what if I had come later. They say that for every action , there is a reaction. You know what I'm talking about. The whole butterfly flapping its wing here and causing a tsunami on China, or something like that. Either way on Februart 15, 2016 I decided to make my way into this big new world. I remember everyone had masks , gowns and gloves on. I was taking from my mothers womb and placed immediately into an incubator. At 27 weeks, and with a mom that ate strictly organic food and smoked just as much organic weed, I didnt weigh much. 2 lbs and 15 oz.. But I was tough. I simply remember the world not being what I expected. Cold. It was so cold. Needless did I know that bot even the cold hospital temperatures came close to the coldness of my mothers heart. But I am getting ahead of myself.