“Plip! Plop!” The rain was falling, the clouds were big and puffy, but dark. It smelled strongly of dirt and the Earth. It was gloomy, dull, and the most utterly boring day in my life, but considering I was only one and eleven months at the time there isn't much to compare it to. Well, what I did not know was that, that day would produce one of the biggest bundles of joy. I was at home most of the day, watching the rain fall. At the time, my humble little family consisted of my mom, my dad, my grandparents, and I. My grandma and grandpa had flown in from India the week before. They were here to “witness the miracle of birth.” The date was July 8th, 2004, and I promised myself, I would never forget it. But even so, the day started out dull, …show more content…
My grandparents and dad were quiet and tense. We reached Rockford Memorial Hospital. The floor smelled like it was just cleaned with rubbing alcohol five times. The walls were a bland, dull version of white. But the organization of the hospital was perfect. All the files seemed to be put away meticulously into cabinets. My dad rushed my mother to a doctor and told my grandparents and I to wait in the waiting room. I sat staring at the floor, it was so shiny and white. After a couple minutes a nurse showed my grandparents and I to a waiting room on the fourth floor. She said we could walk around as well. We went into the waiting room, it smelled strongly of fresh cut flowers. There were toys and mini-games that would keep a little child busy for hours. Along with the toys, there were magazines for adults. But after five minutes, I got bored and uninterested. I was worried about my mom and my new …show more content…
The room strong smell of flowers hit me once again. Lazily, I jumped on to a chair. I landed with a large, “Thump!” “Maitri, don’t you want to play with the toys?” My grandpa inquired. “No!” I exclaimed loudly, but playfully. But the fact was that I was tired, cranky, and eager, and those emotions do not mix well. So I just decided to curl up into a ball and look around. And to be honest the walls are drab and had a lack color. The walls were an ugly shade of beige and brown mixed together. The air was humid. I looked at the clock, it read 8:12. Beginning to imagine my baby sister must have caused me to doze off. A couple moments later rude shaking woke me up. “Maitri, come on let’s go see your new sister.” My grandmother cooed. Finally, this was it! I have been waiting this moment for weeks now. I got up right away and followed the nurse through the spotless hallways, my grandparents tailing us. While walking I was thinking how I was finally a big sister. And when we reached the room, I walked in and a heart stopped. My dad was holding her and my mother was looking at her smiling. They were both looking at the most precious thing in the room. “Do you want to hold her?” My mother
I’d never been in a house like this. It had rooms off of rooms, and in each of them were deep sofas and chairs, woven carpet over polished hard-wood floors, tasteful paintings on the walls. She asked if I was hungry, and she opened the fridge and it was stuffed with food-cold cuts and cheeses, fresh
Laying on the operating table, the bright white lights above my head were giving me a headache. I could hear the concerned but stern voice's of the doctors all around me. I could feel my boyfriend clinching my hand to let me know he was there. The room was spinning. A tear or two rolled down my cheek as I worried about what would happen within the next few moments. The loud clinking of the medical equipment echoed in what seemed to be an emtpy room. I just wanted this c-section to be over with so I could go home with my little girl. I needed everything to be ok with her and with me. The longer I laid there on the table, the more concerned I became.
When I awoke after the surgery, the nurses told me I had a beautiful baby girl. I began crying and I told the nurses I was not crying because I was sad, but I was crying tears of joy as I knew Dee had made to heaven.
It was August 25, 2006 and I just received the news that I was going to have a baby. At that moment so many thoughts ran through my mind. I was extremely nervous and terr...
At the time, my wife Jeanne was pregnant with our soon-to-be daughter Tahlyn. We had waited eight long months for her to arrive, and finally her due date was getting closer and closer. The excitement grew stronger as the days went by.
And events that occur without any warning can turn our worlds on their very heads. My children were born two months premature and worryingly underweight. Like any person in this situation and on the brink of fatherhood, my heart sank. Knowing that there were complications with my babies' birth owing to how soon it was, I was terrified. All I wanted to do was hold them and protect them
I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.
I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
The hotel was old and it looked abandoned the walls were falling apart and the ceiling was leaking, It did not look like the best hotel to stay in, but the rooms were so big, the rooms looked like small little houses, squished
That baby was me and that mother was my mother. My family as well as friends of my family had continued to pray for both my mom’s survival as well as mine during the duration of my mom’s pregnancy. And God triumphed. My birth was just one of many instances in my life where God prevailed and where man was proven to be powerless in comparison to Him.
Imagine the struggle of your father outside the delivery room while waiting for you two. Imagine the joy you brought to your father's face as he was holding you close in his arms. Indeed, you are special! From billion
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
The first thing I notice when I walk in to the center on an early Monday afternoon is the smell, that acute smell of spray-on cleaning solution used in hospitals. Everything is completely static clean, and the entrance lobby reminds me off my dentists’ office. Tasteful blue chairs and maroon couches surround a large waiting area in full view of a receptionists’ desk on the side. The magazines on the coffee table are of the inconsequential type, stuff like “Parenthood” and “Popular Mechanic.” A couple people are casually waiting; pleasant, normal looking people. The whole effect is of a pleasant doctor’s practice, and on first look you would never be able to tell that this is the waiting room for a chemical dependence treatment center. A rehab center.
By the time the hospital gave my mother a room, it was midnight and I was very sleepy. I was told by my mom to go to the room with her so I did. I was falling asleep on a sofa the hospital had, while my mom was screaming her lungs out. Looking back at this I have no idea why I was in the delivery room. I was later kicked out of it by mom anyways. I wanted the memory of me being in the delivery room for that one hour to stick with me as a reminder of how hard it is to be a mother from the start. Years later, it did stick with me, and it helped me be a better daughter.I realized my mom went through a lot to bring me into this earth and it wasn’t easy for her to do so. From that moment on, even though I was kicked out of the room as soon as I saw her again, I have been as helpful and careful with her as I could ever since. That moment I spend in the delivery room with my mom is actually one of the most special parts of the trip because it made my mom and I closer. I became much closer to her after I realized I owe her to be the best I can as a daughter and to be the best for