Rochelle+autobiography

I can never forget the best day ever. It was march 2005.Me my mum and dad was all at home we lived at sandburrors road in flats. I was nine when this all happened.
 * __Best day ever__**

One night my Nan came around to see us. My mum said that she felt wired and droopy. Then My mum shouted” It’s the baby!” I got upset because my mum said it was hurting her. My Nan said I can sleep for the night I said “yes” but even though I said yes I felt guilty leaving my mum.

The next morning dad phoned up and said “we are up st mikels hill hospital “. So dad came and picked me up and I went to see mum she didn’t have the baby yet but it was nice to see her. Mum was going to see the doctor. So we went home for half an hour or more then we came back to the hospital. My mum had the baby it was a girl we called her Nicole. Then my mum said that Nicole brought me some things and I said I brought Nicole thing to I said “you go first “.“she had a t-shirt made for you and a chocolate bar rapper made for you to it has your name on the rapper and chocolate in side” mum said “your turn” I brought Nicole a rabbit teddy

My dad asked if mum was aloud to come home to day? The nurse said “I will fined out for you”

It took an hour or two. The nurse came back and said” yes but first I must check her over.”

Then me/mum/dad/Nicole all went home

The next day me and mum went out and we brought Nicole some bottles and dummies and clothes and toys then me and mum and dad had an adorable little girl.