Disclaimer: I do NOT own Full House, but I have my story!

A/N: I'm going to try to make this story as realistic as possible, but I'm not so great at doing the whole "giving birth" concept. Please review and give me some suggestions.


Previously in "Before She Left Us":

I went to my room after dinner to write in my diary. After twenty minutes or so, I heard a shriek. I poked my head out the door just as Dad was coming out of the nursery with streak-free glass cleaner and some paper towels. "Is everything all right, Pam?" he asked worriedly, rushing down the hall to their bedroom.

"No!" Mom called back. I got scared. "I think—it's time!"


Dear Diary,

I'm really worried about Mom. I'm in the hospital right now, waiting for my parents to come out. She's screaming a lot. I hope she's okay.

Dad called Uncle Jesse, and he's coming over soon. Uncle Jesse's nice, but he thinks he's Elvis, which is sort of strange.


Before I had time to write any more, Dad came bursting through the doors of Mom's room and motioned for us to come in. I left my journal on the bench, the entry unfinished.

"Mom!" I cried, rushing in. She had a big smile spread across her face, and hugged me, which was hard, since she had a small baby in her arms. "Oh, she's so cute!"

"She's so small!" Stephanie commented. "I finally have a baby sister!"

"Do we have a name?" a nurse asked, coming in with a hospital band and a pen.

Dad looked at me. "Do we?"

"Yes," I answered with a grin. Just looking at the baby helped me choose a name, and I knew it'd fit. "Michelle Tanner." Just then, I heard loud footsteps outside the room. I ran out side and saw--

"Hi, Uncle Jesse!" I cried when I saw him rushing down the hospital hallway. "Mom's doing fine. Say hi to Michelle!"

"Oh, good," Uncle Jesse said. He still had his motorcycle helmet on as he entered Mom's room. "Where's the munchkin?"


Dad was the first one to enter the house after Mom came back. He said, "Wait here," and we heard him rummaging through some things. Finally, he came back. "Come in!"

Dad had been getting the camcorder ready for when Mom came in. He wanted to keep Michelle's homecoming on video. Mom stepped in with Michelle in her arms, while Jesse stood in back of her. "Danny, get a close-up of this beautiful girl!" Mom said. Dad obediently zoomed in on Mom's face. She laughed. "Not me, the baby, huh?"

Mom reached over to take hold of two bulky bags. "And, to celebrate our new baby, presents for D.J. and Stephanie!" Her eyes were a little watery, making them sparkle when the light hit them just right. "Here you are!"

I was dying to see what Mom got me, so I quickly ran over to open the bag. Inside I found a box. A shoebox, to be exact. I grinned with anticipation and took of the top. "Whoa, baby!" I cried. It was a pair of high-heeled shoes! They were shiny, beautiful pink gladiator sandals—the ones with criss-crossed straps on the top. I loved them! I hurriedly ran back to Mom's bedside and hugged her tightly. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I exclaimed excitedly.

Mom could only laugh. "I bought them with Dad a few days ago. It took a long time before I could talk him into buying them."

"It sure did," Dad cut in. "And I'm still not too happy about the heels."

"Well, thanks so much, Mom!" I said again. Meanwhile, Stephanie was struggling to untie the knot Mom had made to keep the bag closed. Uncle Jesse bent down to help her. When the knot became undone, Stephanie pulled out a giant stuffed teddy bear. It wore a green-gray trench coat and a hat.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, squeezing it tightly. "Thanks, Mommy!" She scrunched up her face, as if thinking hard about something. "I think I'll name him…Mr. Bear."


Later that day, I curled up in bed with my journal. I had to complete the unfinished entry.

We just got back from the hospital. Mom's really tired, but Dad says she'll be fine. Michelle (my new baby sister) cries a lot. She's crying this very second.

While Dad is taking care of the baby, Stephanie and I are trying to kill time. We're still waiting for Mom to wake up from her short nap, so she can hold the baby. I brought in a small chalkboard and its stand. I was determined to teach Stephanie the word "Disneyland."

"Stephanie," I said, "I'm going to teach you how to say 'Disneyland,' and tell you why you're pronouncing it wrong. Stephanie nodded like an obedient dog while I wrote out the word.

"Now, take a look at this word. Pronounce it out slowly, and then say it normally."

In the end, Stephanie learned how to correctly pronounce "Disneyland." I'm feeling pretty satisfied now—I taught a four-year-old some words, I named a baby—what could go wrong?

When Mom came home, she gave us both presents. I got a rad pair of high-heeled shoes, and Stephanie got a teddy bear, who she named Mr. Bear. She won't let go of him.

Well, I have to go. I think Mom's awake.

Love,

D.J.