Personal Narrative: My Mother

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My mother first knew she was pregnant when she developed morning sickness. I was her fourth child so she knew what was happening after she was sick. When she found out she was pregnant I was in the fetal period of prenatal development in about the third week of the pregnancy.
Shortly after my mother realized she was pregnant she went to her doctor and he confirmed what she knew. He also did some tests, because my mother was 34 and the chance of problems, such as Down syndrome, goes up with older mothers. My mother and father found out that I was due around January 4, 1996.
I have three older sisters, the youngest of which was ten when I was born. My mother and father kept it to themselves for a few months, but announced to my sisters that they
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I broke her arm right at the elbow growth plate. This is the first memory I can remember clearly. It was casted and healed, but the orthopedic surgeon who casted it didn’t like the way it healed and wanted us to check with a child orthopedic specialist in Spokane. That Dr. referred us on to Dr. Ferguson who worked at the Shriners. I had surgery to fix her arm and a plate was put in to anchor the bone while it healed. The week before surgery to remove the plate I fell and broke the bone just at the end of the plate. They reset the bone with a pin this time and it healed. Almost a year later I broke I leg. While we were at the Shriners Dr. Ferguson asked my mother if I had ever had any broken bones before we knew him. She told him that I broke a finger when I was 14 months old. He talked to my mother about Osteogenesis Imperfecta (OI), brittle bone disease and asked if they would test me. He gave her lots of information about the different types of OI. They had me tested, but after reading all the info my mom knew I had it before the results came back. I was diagnosed with Type I OI, the mildest form, and have broken about 16 bones in my life, including the ones mentioned above. OI is a genetic disorder that is caused by a mutated gene that effects collagen production. This leads to the person who has it to have fragile bones that are less dense than people who do not have

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