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Bridgette Antoinette Thompson

Hi, my name is Bridgette Antoinette Thompson. I was born February 17, 2015 @

about 8:00 p.m. It was a Tuesday. I weighed 7 lbs and 1 oz; and I was 19 inches long.

There were lots of people at the hospital; waiting, smiling, talking, waiting; doing nothing

constructive at all.

My Mommy and I were not smiling. I was working hard trying not to be born, and my

Mommy was working hard trying to make me be born. I really, truly wanted to be born

so I could see my Mommy, but I was scared 'cause there were waaay too many people

waiting to see me.

I felt it was okay for my Mommy to see me naked and without teeth and make-up, but

I just wasn't too happy about all the other people seeing me. I finally gave in and came into

the world, but as you can see, I was not happy. My Mommy was happy, so it was cool.

I now understand that all babies are born that way and clothes are put on them later. I

did not know that. Oh, and I also now know, all babies are born without teeth. Who

would have thought? So, in hindsight, there was no need for me to not want to be born.

My Tee Bettye calls me BAT. Sure, my initials are B.A.T.; but she leaves the periods

out and just calls me BAT. She probably means it affectionately, but I feel this might

go further. Soon, it might be DingBAT, or WomBAT, or BattyBAT. I probably need

to nip it in the bud, but I don't know how to do that...I'm just a Baby, after all.

This is my Mommy the night before I was born; big...but smiling.

This is me in my very FIRST outfit. Charming and Hope-to-Die cute; aren't I?

My First Week

This is my Fav-Fav Uncle. He came to see me in the hospital.

I am memorizing his features...he's memorizing mine; soon he

will be my best friend. Life is good.

I'm sleeping like my Grandmother; hand in my face.

My Mommy put me to sleep. She did a great job, didn't she?

Just finished eating and I am too full and happy.

My Second Week

Somebody needs to feed me...I think.

This is my Mommy's Mommy; my grandmommy. She is putting me to sleep.

Great job GG. She told me to call her GG, which stands for GrannyGranny.

This is my Pa-Pa. Notice my eyes are open, I'm staring unblinkingly at him.

And...he's staring at the camera. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?! I must get

this straight...immediately if not sooner. It is one of my unalienable rights to

have undivided attention. Look at me...everybody! GG's eyes are closed,

now Pa-Pa is looking away. What is wrong with these people. I'm about to

have a conniption. Oh, and I have learned conniptions are in the genes.

(3/7/15) OMG! I cannot wake up; cannot open my eyes. And actually,

I can't think of a single reason to wake up just now. Later.


(3/16/15) Ugh...ugh...OMG! What the heck is this in my mouth?!! Ugh...I cannot

get it out!! Get it out!!! GG!...Pa-Pa!...Justin!...Grandmother!...Anybody!!...

Help meeeee!!!! I don't understand this. It's not like a bottle has to be prepared,

or warmed. My food is supposed to be ready...ALWAYS; right temperature and

everything. So why do I have this thing in my mouth!! me! Get it out!!

(3/16/15) So, I like sleeping with my hand in/on my face. What is the

issue with that. EVERYBODY likes to touch a pretty face. Why not me?!

I am just toooo dressed up. Billie Holiday-ish, jean leggings and boots. Diva.


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