I was born premature at 7 months in 1986. I finally asked my mom today why my younger brother was born in Fresno, but we lived in Tulare. My parents came to the US as refugees from the war. English was a second language and it was a struggle to survive and be accepted by society here. The story of my birth: My mom went in to the hospital in Tulare because she was going into early labor. The doctor Came by, took a look, and gave the nurse a small phamplet/booklet. The nurse handed it to my mom and said to sign it. She asked what it was and the nurse just said to sign it. She refused and the nurse finally said that it was a waiver for a c-section. My parents talked about it and decided they were not going to go through with surgery. The doctor did not explain why it was needed. My parents understood that I was coming early, but had no clue why I surgery was needed. The doctor became agitated and barged in saying that if they don't sign the form for a c-section, the baby will die. They had heard that this doctor who handled many Hmong births conducted c-sections often. However, they did not feel comfortable with it and refused again. He left and hollered at the nurse to drag my mom into the delivery room. By that time, the nurse informed the doctor that I was about to come out and eventually I was born. I had some complications and was sent to valley children's up in fresno/madera. After I was sent off, my mom was loaded with IV for days non-stop. She swelled up and all the doctor said was that she needed to stay for another week. She became worried and feared she be put on IV for the rest of that week if she stayed. She got out of bed and stayed in the reception room all day until they decided to make her sign a form that if she left, they were not liable. She left and I was sent home the same time. And that is why my mom decided to have my brother in fresno the next year.