At thirty-eight weeks pregnant, 2 a.m. bathroom runs were as common as breathing. I remember getting out of bed to relieve the pressure from my 6 pound baby girl pressing down on my bladder. Out of all nights, it had to be “dad’s night out” before the baby came. As I got up from flushing the toilet I noticed I kept leaking but I was sure it was not pee. My water was breaking! I quickly called my boyfriend and grandmother so they could drive me to the hospital. My baby girl was on her way! Once they arrived we got in the car and started on our way to the hospital. I always imagined the screaming and hollering like I had saw in the movies, but for some strange reason I was very calm. I also noticed I was having contractions as well. They went
She checks me, and tracks my surges. My surges are not as frequent as earlier so she recommends for me to sit on the birthing ball. I sit up right on the birthing ball, and lean back on Poet for support and those surges are coming now. I tense up, and my midwife's assistant beautifully guides me through each surge, encouraging me to relax instead of tense up with each contraction. After a while of being on the birthing ball, I am guided to the bathroom, and I sit on the toilet for a few of the surges and finally I am ready to get in the tub and begin pushing. I felt like I was never going to meet our baby. I felt like our baby was
From the moment we got her home I was a nervous wreck. I cried all the time and I was convinced I was doing everything wrong and something horrible was going to happen to our daughter. People around me would joke that I just had baby blues and it would all be better soon. After
Dr. Wright asked me if I was okay, and not wanting to say that I wasn't, I answered yes. My body started to shake, and I felt like I was in an icebox. I have never been so scared in my whole life, and fear covered me like a thick heavy blanket. The nurses strapped both of my arms down so that I wouldn't move, and an oxygen mask was placed over my nose and mouth. A green sheet was raised high, and positioned in front of me to conceal me from surgery. The anesthesiologist issued me more anesthesia, and I felt a cold rush as is dispersed throughout my body. I don't know if it was my nerves or the way the mask that was placed on my face, but I could hardly breathe correctly. I felt like my fear of dying was coming true, but I wasn't going to go without a fight. I could not get the energy to mutter any words to let the nurses know that I could not breathe, so I started to wiggle my nose and mouth to position the oxygen mask away from my face. Since all of the healthcare professionals were positioned on the other side of the green sheet, they didn't notice what I was doing. Breathing deeply, I relaxed as I could finally breathe normally with the oxygen mask on the side of my face. I was alone in that room, and I had no idea what they were doing to me. I prayed what seemed like 15 prayers for it to be over, and be able to see Kai already. Suddenly, I heard a faint whimper and a rush of footsteps. I looked around trying to get a glimpse of what was happening. A minute later I see this beautiful, flushed faced little baby being placed in my view by his father and every negative emotion left my body. The noise in the room fell silent, and it was just him and I. I was in love, and I could not stop smiling. I lifted my arms to hold him, forgetting that I was still strapped down. I continued to stare into his angelic face with joy, and I vowed that no harm will ever come to my son. Randy
The moment in time when I realized that I was never going to have a Father like the rest of my friends changed the course of my life. As a young boy it was difficult coming home after a baseball game where each of my friends dads were there to cheer them on. I was left with the Father that was incapable of working or even getting himself out of bed. My fathers illness showed me to never take life for granted because one day your life can be normal and another day you're best days have already past.
I was adopted from Seoul, South Korea when I was five and a half months old. When I finally understood what adoption meant, I thought that it was the most significant day in my life for many years, but I was wrong.
I remember the day she born. I was nervous for the simple fact that my life would never be the same. Soon no longer would I be known as just Ayanna, I would take on a new title. A title that I would share with so many woman, and after eight long hours of labor, I would now be known to the world as mommy.
The struggle of not being able to breathe properly, gasping for air while the fever inside was killing me little by little and my fragile self in the age of four did not know what was happening to me I was brain dead, more like clueless little kid almost having a near death experience of having a seizure that in the end it changed my life and the way I looked at it because God gave me another chance to actually prove to him that I can be someone in my life and grateful to be alive today knowing that I have family that actually loves me for who I am.
So, I told my doctor I wanted to be induced. After all, my due date was only two weeks away and only five percent of women give birth on the day determined by their doctors. When I was finally there, I looked at the outside, the hospital was set in a suburban – like area, and when I went inside the building, I was in a welcoming ultramodern facility. I went straight to the labor and delivery section where they said my doctor had gone out of town; nobody believed that I was supposed to be induced that day. It took them like 15 minutes to confirm what I had told them, to finally decide to take me to a room to connect all kinds of tubes to my body. I went into the room; it looked very comfortable, but it was freezing. I lay on the typical hospital bed, one of those that make sleeping and resting easier.
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
It was also very creaky. The machines they all looked so big and scary for this poor little girl. This time I was not going to cry. I was hoping she was awake when I saw her but sadly her body had not adjusted to the machines. I asked the doctors should I stay or should I go, they said I can stay but if I talk to her she can still hear me but her disability makes it hard for her to understand us.
This was the “oh my god” I’m going to snap the towel rack in half. Green skin with rage, hulk style, bearing down contraction. It didn’t last long which was a relief but it was enough for me to hurry to get dressed and make my way down the stairs before the next one hit. I knocked on the door to where my sister was sleeping. “Bee” my water broke. Her name is Aubrey but we call her “bee” for short. I traced my fingers down the walls of the entry way as I made my way to the kitchen. My husband came in the door ready to go. I had to explain the situation Dr. B said was going on at the VA and my husband was in disbelief. (Take note here that’s strike 1). After an hour John, Aubrey and I all loaded up in his F150 pickup truck and made our way to
This clinical rotation I was assigned to the operating room, where they conduct obstetric surgical procedures. Since, I had been sent to observe in the operating room before, during the previous semester, I was more at ease. Especially, already knowing what the role of a nurse would be during the procedure. There were four operation scheduled for that day, three of which I was able to observed. Even though there must have been a thousand scenarios of what might possibly go wrong were playing through my head, everything went well with each procedure. There were two hysterectomy, one caesarian birth procedure, and one laparoscopic tubal ligation performed, all of which except the caesarian birth I observed. Thus, I was a bit disappointed having missed the process of birth. However, the experience of having to work with a nurse that was not only very accommodating, but very intent on making sure that I gain knowledge
It was only me and her, and the doctors wouldn't let us see my mom. I held back the tears that were trying to come out and just focused on getting my brother and dad to come out of work. When they showed up the doctors let us come in one at a time. When I came into the ER room my mother was lying on a bed staring at the ceiling. I tried to talk to her but she couldn't talk. It took everything I had to not stop and cry in that very spot but I just gave her a hug and left the room. The doctors werent telling us anything until they said they were going to transport her to the Wesley Medical Hospital in Wichita. So they loaded her up in an ambulance and my dad and I followed while my brother went home to take care of
I was born on a very stormy wintery night, my mom and dad left to go to the hospital at about midnight and I was born about an hour later. I was naturally birthed without any drugs, inducement or epidural. The overall birthing experience went very well and there were no complications at all. My father’s role in the delivery room was to “get his hand squeezed off.”
It was the happiest feeling that I have ever felt in my life, and as time came near for me to have my son the feeling became greater and greater. When I heard one of the nurses saying “Were ready, she’s now nine centimeters”, I began to get very anxious and excited at the same time. Although I was beginning to get happy I was still in disbelief as all of it was happening. I see the nurses preparing themselves. I just said to myself, “oh yeah its happening alright”. I was about to become a mother which was so unreal to me and nerve racking because I had no idea how to love or be mother. My heart became full of so many emotions, however the thought that dominated my mind was that I had to be the best mother I can be so my son could grow up and be the man he was destined to