Hard to believe, but I remember my first night home from the hospital after being born. I didn’t know where I was. It was dark. I knew that my bed was out in the hallway. I knew that my two sisters were in the room to the left and my parents were in the room to the right. I couldn’t see what I was lying in but it felt like a dark hole with steep sides. I was cold and my stomach hurt, but what woke me up was this terrible, annoying noise. After I got more awake, I realized the annoying screaching was coming from me! That scared me so I screached louder. I heard my mother get up and I heard my dad grumbling, and that made me even more scared because I thought he was going to come in and kill me for making that noise, and I didn’t know how to stop.
Then my mom picked me up and I got warm, the light went on so it wasn’t so dark, and my stomach stopped hurting, so I fell back to sleep.
My mother has confirmed that she had my bassinet out in the hallway when I first came home from the hospital. The part of this memory that really puzzles me is that I was already aware of the family members in the house and the layout of the house. How strange!