I was born in Brooklyn, delivered by a Chinese doctor on a table in a boarding house on Sept. 23, 1920.
He was born early. But he was born within a safe range of premature.
I was born on the eighteenth of December, 1935, in the town Bourg-en-Bresse, about thirty miles northeast of Lyon, the second of three sons of Jeanne and Jean-Victor Pepin. Weighing only two and one half pounds, I nearly died at birth.
I was a very large baby. A big Oompa-Loompa.
I was 17 pounds when I was born. My mother couldn't walk for three weeks.
It will take your breastfed baby an average of five to six months to double her birth weight.
A woman in Germany gave birth to a 13 1/2 pound baby. That baby was so fat his first word was strudel.
When I was born, I was 10.5 pounds. My dad said I was like a little rock. It's stuck with me ever since.
