September+10+2007+Taina+Quiles

September 10, 2007 ** // September 10, 2007. // **// ** The day my baby sister was born. ** // It started off like a normal day. I did my daily routine in the morning then I was off to school. I was 9 years old and in 4th grade at Sweeney School. My day was good and I didn’t have no idea my mom had, had my sister until I came home that day. When I got to my Grandpa’s house (where I usually go everyday after school) my grandpa had told me that my mom had my new baby sister. I was so excited and didn’t know what to say. All I wanted to do was see the new addition to the family and see how my mom was doing. So he took me to Farmington Hospital, where my mom and my baby sister were. On the ride there he asked me how I felt about having a new sister. I said that I was very exited but nervous at the same time. When we got to the hospital we went to my mom’s room. There in my mom’s hands was my beautiful new baby sister. “I want to hold her!” I screeched with excitement. My mom put the beautiful baby into my arms. As soon as she reached my arms she opened her big brown eyes. “She is so cute!” As soon as I said that a lot of my family came into the hospital room. My aunt, uncle, grandma, grandpa, and a few of my mom’s friends we all there. Each and every one of them held the new addition to the family. They loved her instantly. All they were talking about was here. The room became loud. Bur when the visitor times were over all of them had to leave. It then became quiet. My mom and I had to go home by ourselves because my baby sister was premature and the doctor’s wanted to make sure her body was working fine by itself. Me and my mom said by to my little sister and gave her a goodnight kiss. When we got home it was very late. But we still went to my Grandma’s house to try to come up with a name for my sister. We like the name Alondra but didn’t think it was right. So my Grandpa suggested Graciela. My mom loved it! She like it cause it went with her last name and also because it came from the Spanish word “Gracias” which means “Thank You” in English. That was the perfect name for her. The next morning we went back to the hospital to go pick up my Graciela from the hospital. When we got there they had my mom fill out a whole bunch of forms. It took like an hour just to fill them out. My mom then had to talk to the doctors to see how Graciela was doing. She was doing just fine and the doctor said we would be able to take her home today. We were very excited. We got Graciela ready in her “homecoming” outfit and toke her home. Ever since then my life has changed a lot. I has to become more responsible and a goods sister to give Graciela the best.