It was 3:00AM, I had just been woken up from another two hour catnap, by the screams and cries of my newborn son. He was hungry yet again, and I was beyond exhausted, physically and mentally. I picked him up and made him a bottle, fed him, gave him a few pats and rubs on his back, then laid him back down. I don't think even a minute passed after putting him down, before the screams and cries started up again. I wanted to pull my hair out and scream in my pillow. I picked up my son again and changed his diaper to see if maybe that was the problem, it wasn’t. My patience was running extremely thin, and it felt as if I myself might start to cry. I looked down at my tiny 6lb son, eyes wet with tears, cheeks and chin shaking. My heart throbbed …show more content…
while looking down at my sad, tired baby, and I quickly became overwhelmed with the feeling of love. I thought to myself “this is my son, he depends on me, and needs me to be patient”. I did not realize how my being frustrated and tired, was showing and he could sense it.
I cuddled my baby as close to my chest as possible, whipped the streaks of tears from his cheeks, and kissed his peach fuzz forehead. I started to hum a lullaby while rocking him in my arms. I had gotten so caught up in the moment, that before I knew it, he was fast asleep. His little sucking noises and bottle drool, made me laugh aloud. I had forgotten all about how frustrated and beat down I was, just a few minutes ago. All I could think of now, was how I never wanted this moment to end. When I looked down at my sleeping baby, I found it hard, crazy even, to think how stressed and frustrated I was with him before. He is just so innocent, and what he needs from me the most on these dark nights are, patience and love. From then on, that is exactly what he received. That night was not only a life lesson in motherhood, but also with everyday life. The best part about the two is that they come from within. There is no price on them, they are a gift, but not just any gift, they are the type of gift that keeps on giving. They spread like wildfire in dry grass.My son must have sensed that I had calmed down and relaxed, physically and mentally, which allowed him to do the same and fall asleep. Patience and love, was all my baby
needed.
Karp, Harvey. The Happiest Baby on the Block: The New Way to Calm Crying and Help Your Baby Sleep Longer. New York, NY: Bantam, 2002. Print.
After eight hours of labor, Kieran’s birth ended in a C-section as he went into distress. His Apgar score was a 7-8 and when he would cry I would lactate so I choose to breastfeed. For the first week, Kieran wasn’t very hungry and lost a little weight, however he began to feed heartily. Kieran would only sleep two hours at a time and, sometimes became fussy and difficult to soothe when taking a nap. At three months, Kieran was more awake than most babies and seemed to be in constant motion. He preferred people over objects and was able to focus his eyes on me and study my face as well as with others. He began to show more intense interest in his
The birth experience for this couple was an exciting and memorable event, just as Jerry J. Bigner (2002) stated that this "is a particularly memorable occasion for couples who are experiencing it for the first time," like in this case (p. 189). The couple said that the birth of their baby girl was the happiest day in their entire life. The type of delivery that they had chosen before the birth was the psychoprophylactic method or also known as the natural childbirth. Since their daughter was born at 7 months and was premature, it was easy for the couple to stick with this type of delivery. The couple said that the mother's water broke at 6:35am, they got to the hospital at around 7:00am, and the baby was born at 7:41am. The...
Summary: Dad told Critter that a new baby is coming home today. Critter got all his favorite things out to show the baby. He also got out his favorite book to read to the new baby, but the baby didn’t pay attention to Critter. The new baby cried a lot even when Critter made funny faces and told jokes. Critter tried to dress the new baby but it was hard. Mother had to change the baby when she smelled bad. Critter is confused at what he can even do with the new baby. Mom shows Critter several things he can do with her: cuddle her, rock her to sleep, tickle her, giver her a rattle, let her play with his finger, pull on his nose, and even take her for walks! Critter is lucky to have the new baby.
This made me even more certain that parenting is overall a very rewarding
I arrive home around 11:00 p.m. to a sleeping wife and child. I walked into my daughter Emily’s nursery to give her a kiss goodnight. I leaned in and placed my lips on her forehead as she lightly opened her eyes. I rubbed her back and sang softly to put her back to sleep.
At the time of my moment with the little boy, I was not able to provide as much help. But, the moment awakened a new part of me.
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...
As a baby sitter I must be able to submerge myself into the world of a mother. This role is especially important in the first hour of the job. I recall babysitting Randle and Jeffrey for the second time and quickly having to find a way to cut the wires to their siren blaring mouths. Their parents had left thirty minutes before and the two ten-month-old twins were content with the sudden absence. I recall thinking that I had escaped the ear bleeding sirens of the call for their mom. At first Randle and Jeffery refused my comfort offer, but they soon became desperate and heaved their pink arms in the air begging to be held. Once I picked them up I
I stood there just staring I could not move. Every time I moved o\n took a breath I felt him getting closer. Quickly, I had to do something but I did not know what. I feel like he has a gun or a weapon but I do not know for sure. I was 5’4 and 87lbs., and this guy had to be at least 6’9 and 250lbs.. There was no way that I would win in a fistfight so I just had to sit there and hope he would not see me hiding. I decided to run, I got shot in the leg.
I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.
Suddenly I started weeping. I did not know why I wept for a while. I
I woke up around one o’clock thinking it was nine in the morning. I quickly rose out of bed to see if my roommate was awake. He was passed out from staying up late the night before and it was obvious that he was still exhausted. I proceeded to do my usual morning routine, although it was the afternoon. I came
Joyful and appalled were some terms to describe how I felt. He weighed 6 pounds and ten ounces. I can’t explain how holding him in my arms that first time put a smile on my face. We took him home 2 days later. The following nights were restless.
The traditional short story is a genre of a prose. It is a fiction work that presents a world in the moment of an unexpected change. The traditional short story obeys some rules, such as the unexpected change and major events with detail. The modern short story is a revolution which is based on the traditional short story. In other words, if the traditional short story is in the first floor, the modern short story is in the second floor. Therefore, the modern short story still obeys some rules that the traditional short story obeys, and breaks some rules that the traditional short story obeys. One rule that the modern short story still uses is the unexpected change. The rules broken by the modern short story are that the major events are not detailed, and that the border between the real world and the fiction world. This paper first talks about the unexcepted change and uses the examples of “Eveline” and “The Open Window.” Then, this paper talks about major events with detail, and uses the examples of “Lottery,” “The Open Window” and “Hills Like White Elephants.” Finally, this paper talks about the meta-literary and the border between the real world and the fiction