My Mom Gave Birth To A Doll, WHAT??
- Published: 25 November 2019
- Hi, I’m Britteny, and my sister is officially a doll, a freaking plastic doll!! All thanks to my crazy parents who had adopted her as their daughter! My parents’ craziness had gotten me in so much trouble at that point, that I ended up standing on the bridge with my hands in the air and the police in front of me. One officer grabbed my arm and put me in handcuffs. What was going to happen to me?! I started to sob. I wanted to explain that it was all a misunderstanding! It hadn’t been real! But it was like they didn’t even hear me. They slammed the car door behind me and just like that...I was on my way to jail. But how exactly did I end up in jail? Well...I’m an only child, but I wasn’t always. About a year ago, my mom was pregnant. She was so excited that I was going to have a little baby sister. Unfortunately, our excitement was crushed when my mom went into labor after 7 months. My parents sat with me that day that explained that there was a high chance my sister won’t survive, and it was very on me to accept, but I did. When I saw my little sister in the hospital...she was too tiny. She hadn’t developed enough and...well, we lost her. After she passed, I was crushed. It seemed like life will never go back the way it was. But during all of that...my mom did something unbelievable. I came home one day to find a BABY on the table. A freaking baby! I yelled to mom, asking her what was going on. When I got up to the baby...I realized the truth. It wasn’t a baby at all, it was a doll that looked REAL. It was so realistic I had to touch it to really make sure mom hadn’t kidnapped a baby and plopped it onto our kitchen table! I asked mom what was this doll doing here, and she just laughed and said, what do you mean? That’s your baby sister! My then mom scooped the doll up in her arms and started ROCKING it. I could practically feel my skin crawling! She explained to me that she had named ‘her’ Julia. I tried not to react. I didn’t want my mom to feel bad...but my God, was she being creepy. And it only got creepier from there! It started to seem like every time I turned my back my mom was rocking the doll. She even started TALKING to it like it was an actually baby. I tried to ignore it, but man, was it hard.I thought it was bad enough that mom was talking to the doll. But one day, at breakfast, mom was ‘feeding’ the doll! I tried to just ignore it. So I went to the kitchen to make my own food, since she was too busy feeding a fake baby to make anything for me.. But when I opened the cabinet, pretty much the only food was jars of baby food! I seriously couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I sat down at the table to ask my mom if there was anything in the house I could eat... And I sneezed. Just a little sneeze from allergies. In an instant, my mom was on her feet, screaming at me. She was sheiding the baby in her arms and yelling at me for trying to ‘contaminate’ her. I yelled at her again that it was a doll – And she grabbed my wrist! I pulled myself away from her. I couldn’t believe the look in her eyes. I was so embarrassed and felt so betrayed that my own would put her hands on me. And all that over a doll?! What was wrong with her?! I thought that would be it. I thought maybe after seeing the look on my face, my mom would understand how wrong she was to hurt me like that...but it only got worse. When I got home every day, my mom would make me take off my shoes and she would make me scrub myself down with this antibiotic spray...all because she was afraid of me contaminating the baby! She even made me put this plastic suit on. It got to the point where I wasn’t allowed to even be in the same room as the doll. I couldn’t touch my mom. I couldn’t EAT in the same room as her. I felt like a prisoner! One day, I came home to find my room completely empty. Every single piece of furniture was gone...but ‘Julia’ was painted on the wall in a pretty font. My mom told me there as too much of a draft in the ‘babies nursery’, and that I would have to move downstairs into the BASEMENT where they had been keeping Julia! I seriously couldn’t believe it! I was being moved..for a doll? I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream...but I was afraid my mom would hurt me again.