Summary Of Written By Roger House Essay

This pregnancy began with many nausea and sadness. I went to my doctor every month for my routine check ups. When I had four moths pregnant the doctor sent me to do a sonogram and that day the doctor informed that my baby was a girl I could not believe it. That day I was the happiest mother in the word I because I was waiting for that little girl since my first pregnancy. I thought I would never be able to have a girls because in my family were more boys than girls. For me I felt that I was dreaming, so I did not tell my husband any thing about the baby’s gender. My husband was helping me with my other two children helped in the housework, gave me massages, and he spoiled me with special meals.

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

I remember when my water bag broke; it was August 12, 1992, and the time was 12:15am.I was very excited that I would see my new baby on her due date. I did what the child birthing book recommended. I woke my husband up and told him to call the hospital. In the meantime I decided to take a shower. I was pretty calm because I didn't have any contractions. I wore my best maternity outfit and was spruced up compared to my husband. I even put on some perfume. You see, we had just gone to bed at 11:30 that night. My husband looked a little worse for wear. We got to the hospital and then were led into the maternity room. The room looked a little dingy with its yellow light and peeling paint. The hospital bed was small and narrow. I got scared,

I could not help but think that I may forget and leave her in the car, or rush out the house and leave her home alone. I know that may sound crazy, but I always doing things that. I remember my mom telling me everyday that if my head was not already attached to my body, I would lose it. It's crazy because in health class we did the whole egg baby project, and needless to say I left my poor little defenseless baby egg on the school. Since that day, everyone would always tell me that a baby would not be for me. But regardless of how I felt, this baby was coming into this world whether I wanted it too or not. I have no choice but to grow up, accept responsibility and get prepared. So instead of relaxing and hanging out friends, I went to college and work and saved the money to prepare for the few months that I could not work.

I was sure that we would be sent home to labor more at home, but my husband insisted that we pack my "go" bag just in case. Thank God he did! After talking to the midwife a bit and my water breaking fully, it was time to check my blood pressure. This is the moment that my birth plan fell apart. My blood pressure was 180/101. Not only was my blood pressure dangerously high, I had to be transferred to Vanderbilt Medical Center immediately. I was devastated. I wanted my birthing tub and my midwife and my plan. I've never cussed or cried in front of or at sweeter people than I did in that

After talking to Angela Figi, i felt finally we were going to have the family i never had and prayed for. The day he was born was amazing and a bit scary. Like most woman

I really wanted to go and see my brother, but my parents wouldn't let me and that made me When my parents went to go see my brother and I wanted to go, but they wouldn't let me. I sat there and waited for my parents to get back in silence. When they got back they looked like they were about to cry and just me seeing them made me cry. We sat there for an hour in silence until a nurse came in and said we had to go to a different floor and so we headed upstairs and by that moment I knew what was going on, my brother wouldn't make it. When we got upstairs we went into this room that was bigger than the one we were in. We all sat there in silence for a long time and then someone came in and said that we can say our final goodbyes to my brother.Next thing I knew I seen a priest and I tried to stay in the room but I couldn't do it. When my brother was still alive, he was my hero and I wanted to be like him. Smart, caring ,and he helped others.That night really screwed my life, even to this

On January 3rd, 2008 a very cold winter day my water bag broke as I grab my bags and get ready to head to the hospital with so many mixed emotions happy,scared, sad and overwhelmed as we arrive at Cypress hospital in Houston,Tx at 9:30 am they quickly give us a room in the labor and delivery as we wait for our son to enter the world hours pass by and still nothing no baby almost 10 hours of waiting for our son his heart rate was dropping Dr.Castillo came in to inform us that I was needing an emergency c-section to get the baby out as soon as possible as we prepare to go into surgery a nurse walk in to give me anaesthesia and procedures that will happen during surgery I'm filled with so much nerves of the unknown praying my son comes out fine

Z cut the cord. The NICU Dr was there and said he was perfect. She took some blood and handed him to us. Oh he was perfect! Z yelled "I'm a father" with the most pride I've ever heard. I went to recovery and fell asleep. When I woke up I got to hold Wy but they were telling me he had to go to the NICU a few floors up. Z and I had taken the hospital tour and knew there were two NICU's. The one on the third floor was more severe than the one on the fifth floor. He was on the fifth floor. That was a relief in that moment. I was taken to the maternity ward. I kept dosing off that night, and Z was up and down the elevators between us. I could hear babies crying but not Wy. It was truly

We arrived at the hospital and they started to monitor the baby. "Contractions are about three or so minutes apart. You're dialated to a four, let me go see if the doctor wants to admit you." A few minutes later the nurse walked back in and said "Doctor Rudeen is going to admit you now." They had me walk from one room to another right across the hall. My nurse Katie started an IV and hooked me back up to monitors to watch the babies

I was nine months pregnant when one early morning I felt a gush of water flow out of me. I gasp and said "it's time." No one was home except for me. To make sure it was finally time to give birth I waited until the contraction where four minutes apart. As I was changing my pants I then called my parents who were at work. "Oh no, are you ready for some pain," my mother told me as she laughed her heart out. "Mom don’t scare me," I frantically told her. Just then my aunt had just arrived from work and I quickly ran downstairs to tell her it was time. As she rushed me to the hospital I began thinking about how much my life would now feel complete. It's like I had a friend who heard me cry, who listen to me talk, who ate what I would eat. It was

The day my son was born was like no other day. I was 31 and in the army attending night school for helicopter training. It was late afternoon in Virginia and I was asleep in my bed. I was awoken to my wife saying she was in labor and three weeks early from the due date. I was in disbelief, no way she could have been in labor. I had totake her to a hospital in Newport News, Virginia. The nurses had confirmed that my

I was always reading something terrible that had been done to a poor child. People who don’t even want kids were popping them out like rabbits. Years went by and I came to grips with my life, I would never have any kids of my own. One day while I was at work, I was online and met a nice guy, so I thought. We dated for 8 months before we moved together. I was working two jobs, life was great. Then things began to go south after 6 months of us being together. I couldn’t stand his guts! So one day he said to me ‘you’re a** is pregnant’! Being the smart mouth I am, I said ‘now you have lost your mind, because no babies are coming out of this body’. Just to be on the safe side I went and bought a pregnancy test. It only gave me a spot of pink, so I bought another one and it only gave me a ½ pink line. I finally gave in and the next morning we went to the

First of all, found I was pregnant I was so shocked with weird looking expression on my face. I was nineteen years old with no type of financial stable, home, car, school. Actually in May 2007 I was had no signs of pregnancy, I eat all the time all day everyday so I was not thinking I was pregnant with baby in my stomach. I knew when I did not get my monthly visitor every month their was a problem. I went to the doctor and took a pregancy test. At home I was watching television, I was pretty sure everything would be fine I told myself that. The phone rang I ran out my room so fast to grab the phone I said hello. On the other end of the phone the nurse tells me is this, Tamika Thomas I said yes this is me’’ I like to inform you my gut began to twisted up she said the words that forever

Since I was a little girl it has been my dream to be a mother. The idea of being able care and nurture for my own child meant the world to me. Over the years I babysat and nannied for multiple families filling my ‘baby craze’. As a young woman; it never crossed my mind that I'd actually become a mother so soon. I thought I had everything going for me with my education and working in my field of study. Being in the oblivion of my tunnel vision, in the height of working full time,going to school full time and dating my husband; I felt so sick but was too busy to figure out the truth so I dealt with it. Day in and day out I experienced no appetite and morning sickness without making the connections. The first doctor's opinion was concluded to be an underactive thyroid. After that method not working I decided to get a second opinion. When I heard those famous words ‘you're pregnant’ a swarm of mixed emotions flew upon me. I knew for sure I wanted to keep this baby I had longed for my whole life- but I was afraid! I was afraid of being a disappointment to all of my family and to myself. At my first OB appointment I met the most wonderful woman- Jennifer Guthrie who assured me that I truly had become a mother. Hearing the heartbeat of my unborn child for the first time, filled my heart with joy and my eyes full of tears! Keeping quiet about such a huge secret was the hardest to hold in.. I received just the reaction from family that I had anticipated. At this time