General Discussion

I was born two months prematurely and was very tiny.
I fit in my mother's palm and wore doll clothes for quite some time

The hospital wouldn't let me go home until I weighed a certain amount.

The doctor put me in an incubator.

Apparently this situation was not to my liking, and I let the hospital staff know.

I loudly cried and literally kicked out the glass sides of the incubator.

My aunt was an RN and happened to work at the hospital nursery when I was there.
My mother was also a nurse and they asked the doctor to let them take me home
despite the fact I was still badly underweight. My grandfather and engineer uncle promised to
build an incubator for me at home.

(This was during the Korean War and my father was flying combat there so my mother
was living with her parents.)

After the incident where I tried to destroy the incubator, the doctor did allow them to take me home.
He was probably glad to see the back of me.

I was in the home made incubator for a while then moved to one of grandpa's old cigar boxes.
There are pictures of me swamped in the cigar box wearing huge doll clothes.
I looked pathetic, ridiculous, and not quite human.

My father was on a military flight line in Korea at the time, taking off for a departure
and the guys stopped his plane right on runway to tell him about my birth.

When he found out about me kicking out the sides of the incubator, he shook
his head but honestly I was a chip off the old block.