Personal Narrative Essay: My Experience Of A Second Child

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When I found out I was expecting a second child, I thought my life was going to be twice as hard, Double the work and sleepless night and double the name calling. A mothers job never end not matter how old your kids get. A kid is a blessing from above never regret it no matter how hard your life situation is.I remember not having my menstrual cycle for the month of September, so I took a pregnancy test. It came out positive. I had made up my mind that I couldn’t keep the pregnancy. I personally had a lot in mind. I wanted a better job, travel, do things that I had planned. Things you could do with one child, but not with two. My husband wanted me to keep it, I didn’t. He was furious. I went and made an appointment to go to an abortion clinic. …show more content…

It was cold outside and I was nervous. Although I wanted a girl my husband was hoping for a boy. It turns out to be a healthy baby boy. We were excited plus it was going to be something new for me because we already had a girl. Throughout my pregnancy, I felt good, zero complications, good appetite; my belly grew bigger day by day. I experience for a woman. Last but not least, we had to plan a baby shower. At first, I didn’t want one. My grandmother was sick and couldn’t go and I was much closed to her. My mother in law convinced me to have one. Finally, I agreed. I thought about the gifts and I know the guests will showered me with love. We picked a wonderful them: Nautical. Colors were red, white and blue. I had a capias made for the girls. Also, I had wine bottles as a party favor with a picture of our family and a little poem saying thank you. In addition, I used for decoration small white lantern with candles inside. Both families gather together to celebrate the soon to be a new member of the family. On a Sunday afternoon, we decided to go on a boat and meet with other family members that were boated at Monument Island by the Parrot Jungle. We had a great time, enjoying the sun and the

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