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FIVE AND ONE HALF Chapter One
“Here he comes, he is a boy.
I must say he is the smallest baby I have ever delivered, but he is perfect as
far as I can tell. His heart is beating fast and normal.
His breathing is being used
for screaming as well as cleaning his blood. That was the easiest birth because
he’s so tiny.”
“I know I didn’t think he was
out because I scarcely felt a thing. Can I hold him doctor?”
“Of course, nurses are you
finished cleaning him. Wrap him in a blanket and let her hold him.”
“Oh doctor, he is so small
are you sure he isn’t a midget?”
“No he isn’t, he has normal
head and limb size. We of course will want to run tests as he grows but my best
guess he is just a smaller version of perfect. You must be careful not to lose
him until he grows some, just kidding.”
She said. “I think I will
name him little Joshua and call him little Josh.”
~ ~ ~
Some of what I tell you next
is from what I have been told since I am virtually unaware of anything before
the age of three or four.
Mom said there was some difficulty finding clothes
small enough for me. The diapers had to be cut down to fit me and I wore some
doll clothes for a while.
She had to carry me around in
her hand for some time instead of her arms. Even with a big blanket I would try
to slip out of her arm when she tried to carry me like larger babies. I didn’t
eat as much as larger babes but would want to eat more often which was a burden
when I was first born.
My mom’s nipple was a
mouthful for me and I had to suck easy so as not to get too much milk. Mom said
it seemed strange to hold a small size doll babe up to her breast and try to
get the nipple in my mouth. She was
afraid I would choke on it.
I grew as fast as a normal
size babe, just not as much. She finally accepted the fact I wasn’t going to be
over six foot tall.
After being tested over and
again it was decided not to risk any form of growth hormones and just let
nature take it’s course.
At the age of four I was
enrolled in a preschool and the kids my age seemed like giants. I got pushed
around quite a bit and wasn’t allowed to play with any of the toys. When I
would find something of interest, one of the other kids would grab it away from
Due to the treatment I
received over the early years, I became somewhat introverted. This was
reflected in my learning process which was slow. While other kids were getting
A’s and B‘s my average was mostly C’s.
The thing I excelled at was
drawing. Starting with finger paints and
I progressed to pencils and could draw an object clear and concise. I
was treated like someone special in the art class yet all but ignored
It was when I became seven
that I garnered a modicum of success.
The girls began to be friendly to me when
they found that I could sketch their face and actually improve their looks.
I preferred to draw animals
but since I was popular with the female sex I enjoyed the attention I was