Nerves, Cookies, & New Life: A Childhood Memory

I remember walking into the living room with my sisters and bother siting around the Tv. We were all together watching a movie while we waited for our parents to come home from work. While we siting the front door sung open and we all jumped. My grandma and mom walked in with a rush. They were in a panic and yelling back and forth. then my dad came in grabbed some bags and walked out to the truck. I began to heat up when I heard my grandma said that they needed to rush to the hospital. Suddenly tears came down running down my eyes to my chin. I was scared and their panic got me into a panic. While my mother went to the bathroom to change, I went to my room grabbed a sweater and my little pink converse. I ran up to my mom and hugged her. I began to cry more and whinning how much I didn't want her to go to the hospital. I cried my eyes out just because I was so scared of what would happen to her. They tried calming me down, explaining to me that I will get to go in the morning with them, and that they will have a new surprise for me. My older sister took my hand and showed me an empty tray. She told me we can make shape up some cookies and finish the movie. She began making them but then I ran back to my mom as she headed for the door. My mom smiled and kissed me on the forhead, and whispered that everything was going to be okay. A red mark was left on my head so she wipped it off. Then I smelt the one thing that every kid and Santa Clause loved more than anything ... cookies. My tears started slowing down and so did my hiccups. My mom pointed me to the cookies, gave me my bear, and sat me down next to my older brother. She told me she had to go and that she'll have a surprise tomorrow. Right then I actually didnt get up and run again, I just said okay.

The reason I believe I remember this day so much is because it brought home my little brother, David. He is the last kid in our family and I was five so I was able to remember very well. Although I was able to remember I didn't really know that my mom was preganant. Yes I noticed she was bigger than usaul and people told me to touch her belly to feel kicks, but I never really understood. Then on top of that to me the hospital meant someone was going to die ever since our family dog died earlier that year on the way to the hospital. Everything that day really frightened me so much. I was small and its my mom going to the hospital, what other way can I react. The greatest part was not the cookies but a little brother I got to take care of and play with. Even though he had bad dirty diapers, I love that I do have him and the childbirth went well.