My first memories are from when I was two (I think).
When I was two I had an operation on my bladder. I don’t know what was wrong with it, but it was wrong. I hope I wasn’t weeing glow in the dark wee or something, because that would have been an awesome skill to have.
Anyway, my memories are scattered, I was two. I remember being wheeled around a hospital on a hospital bed. I remember being given a train set from my grandparents as a gift to cheer me up. I remember getting needle from the doctor.
That’s about all. I’m not sure how many of these are actual memories and how many are planted in my head from hearing from my parents talk about my operation. Still real or implanted, their filed into the 1984 section of my brain, so that’s good enough for me.
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I have a similar experience. My earliest memory was when I was 2 and in hospital with pneumonia. Dad came every day and gave me peanut M&Ms to cheer me up and I remember I was crying one night and a nurse told me to shut up.
“I’m not sure how many of these are actual memories and how many are planted in my head from hearing from my parents talk about my operation.”
I feel the same about earlier memories. Or whether they are just photographs I remember.
I don’t know if this is my earliest memory – possibly. But I remember being in hospital when I was 3.5 years old, for a kidney operation, and having a male nurse. I also remember having to hold my “cordial” bottle to walk around. It was attached to me by a tube (and held wee… niiiice).
Hospital seems to be a theme thus far!
my first memory is being in one of this kid backpacks on my dad in the Coles Asquith carpark.
ahem- ‘they’re’ not ‘their’ 😛
I remember when you were in hospital I stayed with Nanny and Gramps and made plastic stain glass windows. I kind of enjoyed it cause I got given presents too and I didn’t even have to go into hospital and have an operation.
I’ll tell you why you were there…..your bladder needed reconstructing and your ureters (they go from peoples’ bladders to their kidneys) needed to be reimplanted. You were very brave!
Jane, that is such a mum thing to say.
But he was!