“There’s the head, and there’s the legs,” continued the ultrasound technician, “Do you want to know the gender?” “Definitely!” I said. She began moving her mouse around the computer type screen. Closing my eyes I listen to my child’s heartbeat. There is no other noise like it. It is just so beautiful. “Okay I have it, are you ready?” Anxiously Aiden answered, “Yes, yes we are ready.” “It’s a girl, congratulations!” “A girl? A little girl?” Aiden said looking at me, “Were having a little girl Laura!” I was so happy. After “raising” three boys with Jen and David I can now experience raising a little girl. “I’ll give you guys a few minutes,” she said as she left the room. Aiden, very emotional, began to tear up. “What’s wrong Aiden?” “We …show more content…
The nightmare was of my baby girl crying and screaming and Aiden telling me to move out. My second nightmare was of her leaving home at 18. For the record, she was beautiful in my nightmare. More beautiful than I could ever thought with beautiful long brown hair and my blue eyes. Her voice was like that of angels. She was just gorgeous. I wake up to the sound of thunder cracking. The wind is howling and it’s pouring outside. Aiden is still here; he must have passed out when he was writing. I began to feel queasy once again and ran to the bathroom and threw up. They call this morning sickness but yet I get sick at crazy hours of the night and in the middle of a school day. When will THIS nightmare end? I clean myself up and go into the kitchen for some water. My light is flickering due to the thunderstorm. I began to get really scared receiving flashbacks of that horrid night and ran back to bed like I was 2. I literally jump on the bed and throw the covers over me. “Laura? Are you okay?” Aiden whispers faintly. “I’m fine, just had a nightmare.” He then got close to me and put his arms over me and began to spoon cuddle. He brought me really close and kissed my …show more content…
The room went silent for a few minutes when Aiden began talking about work. “My final copy is due this Sunday, so I only have two more days to work on it.” “Okay, will you be around tomorrow?” “Probably not, need to look everything over and add some things to it.” “That’s fine, just call and say goodnight and I’ll be
to bed because I had this awful feeling in my stomach. I could tell by the way my
The four baby project was..something else entirely. When I was a freshman I was so looking forward to doing this project I was like “Yay i can't wait to have my fake baby boy, I can't wait to take it with me every where!” Then the time finally came and nothing turned out like like i wanted it to. First, I did not get the gender i wanted and got a girl instead of a boy, second the baby was actually way harder to make than i thought would be, and third my baby was not cute at all (well only a little). In all honesty i feel like there were no good times spent with me and my baby. I had to take her everywhere and it was actually kind of frustrating and even though it was a fake baby it actually caused me and my parents to argue over the stupidest
love this book.The book make me feel warm inside. This book showed me that there is more in a person than you think. I us to look at people that were in wheelchairs and were different and thought that they don’t know anything that there just a loser but they're not. They could be the world's sweetest person they are smart they just have a hard time showing it.
As a young child in elementary school, I struggled in the regular classes of language arts and math, and this caused my teachers to put me into Special Education. I recall hearing the regular students call me “stupid” all the time behind my back. When I had my regular classes in Social Studies or Science none of the other students wanted to be my partner in the group projects. I felt like an outcast, and my self-confidence was exceedingly low. However, I knew that I was not the smartest kid, but I was a hard worker. I begged my mom to help me convince the teachers to allow me to to join the regular classes in the 5th grade. Fortunately, my teachers agreed, and in my regular language arts class I was motivated to prove to my teachers, my classmates,
You bolt upright in your bed and scream. As you calm down, you realize that it was only a nightmare.
So now that the reactions and responses have been done it is time to move on and see what actions I can take to work on the issues I need to in order to be more comfortable with populations. There are three major things that I can do to both progress personally and professional two of which at least two of the items. The first is something I can do for all three items, and is to do more digging. I noticed throughout this paper that I found it hard to figure how/why I had some beliefs and giving good support in some areas for the beliefs. For, example life at conception I believe in it and I believe my faith supports it yet I had a hard time when writing down the support in seeing how it specifically support life at conception. So, in doing
Once I heard the news that they were home from Alaska I race up the stairs and bulleted to the front door like a was or race horse or something. It was my grandparents and my brothers in a black car rolling up our driveway. Once they got out of the car they got bombarded with questions like “How was the trip,” “What did your guys all do,” and of course my little sister asking “did you guys get me anything.” I was kinda glad she asked that because I didn’t want to be the one that did that. Of course they answered “you’ll have to wait and see.” Once they got all of their stuff in the house I went to talk with my brothers, but I instantly got called up to the living room. Once I got up there my grandma said that my brother
March 28 2012 at 5:00 pm I was in the hospital for five and a half hours. It had that disgusting hospital smell. I hate the smell. I was with my sister, my cousin Ellie, my aunt, and mom . The reason I was at the hospital was my aunt Jackie was in labor. I was so excited. She was the going to be my first girl cousin and the first cousin on my mom's side.
That is when I realized it was just a dream. Just a very bad dream.
The birth of my daughter was an amazing experience for me, but it also showed me how strong of a woman I married. Nine months earlier, my wife decided to have our daughter without any pain medications or an epidural. She was going to give birth naturally. She was very careful in choosing what she ate and drank, since our daughter consumed everything my wife consumed. Through our research, we found that natural childbirth results in less complications and a quicker recovery for the mother and child. Natural child birth is not for everyone, but she told me later that she would do it again.
A baby changed my life. I was only 19 years old. My fiancé was 24 years old. We had recently gotten engaged and weeks later found out we were pregnant. I turned to my husband and said, "The thought of physically having a baby terrifies me." We were both so excited and nervous. My family was excited, but his parents didn’t really care. Of course, some of the family wasn’t because we didn’t do things right as far as we were raised. I can hear them saying it now, “You’re not supposed to have a baby out of wedlock.” We were going to go ahead and get married, but his insurance wouldn’t cover me because they said it was a preexisting condition. I went to my dad concerned about this and wasn’t sure what to do. Dad said, “Don’t get married my insurance
I was born on the twenty-fourth of July on a sunny summer’s day. It was laundry day and my mother had no initial signs that in the next three and a half hours that she would give birth to her fifth child. She had just put clothes in the dryer and began climbing the stairs to go into the kitchen for a snack when suddenly her water broke. She was not experiencing any pain or discomfort prior to her water breaking. She was very calm as she murmured the words, “I think my water just broke”. Thereafter, she called my father at work to inform him that her water broke. He was not able to leave off work until that evening. Next, she called her mother to inform her that she was going into labor. My grandmother lived just a few blocks from our house
I woke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my first born child. I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed up against my wife sleeping next to me. I began to worry about my baby. I got up slowly, so that I didn’t wake my wife. I grabbed a baseball bat from the closet and began walking cautiously to her room. I approached the doorway and peaked around the corner. To my surprise, my wife was standing there, rubbing the baby to calm it down. I dropped the bat and started to walk toward her. I hesitated, remembering that my wife was still asleep in our bed. “Rachel…?” I said quietly, taking slower steps. She didn’t turn around.
The whole day goes by in a blur. The next morning my mom shakes me awake. I wake up grudgingly and get ready.
Suddenly, I snapped awake. It really was the day of my party, and it really was pouring down rain outside. I trudged out of my room and had breakfast, all the while staring gloomily at the storm raging outside.