I don't even know where to start.

Hey. I'm not really sure how to approach writing a blog, but here I go.

So obviously my story begins when I was born. Kinda boring, right? Yet it was a miracle. I was three months early so I was a little preme babeh. My mom was sick, and so was I.

My mom had severe pneumonia and pleursia. She was in and out for a while. She didn't even get to see me until she got a little better which ended up taking about three days.

As for me I was born with not fully developed lungs. I also had a huge blood clot in my brain. So I ended up staying in the hospital for the first three weeks of my life. I was hooked up to heart and breathing moniters.

When my mom and I were both out of the hospital and we were home everyone in my family realized how much of a miracle we both were. However I'm sure my family was scared..for both of us. My moniters kept showing that I wasn't breathing and my heart wasn't beating. At one point I even turned blue so back to the hospital we went.

Yeah, all that was rough but that's just the beginning.