Wolfgang Monologue

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.

Baby Smarika was born approximately after 8 hours of labor. Smarika began to go into distress, which made doctor to perform a C-section of my wife. My eyes rolled into tears when I hold her after 10 minutes. I was amazed when I held her in the delivery room. My partner and I felt the biggest surge

On March 30, as of three thirty in the morning, my life has officially changed. The labor pains had set in and it was time to have a baby. I had never felt a pain so excruciating in my life, and I thought that cramps were terrible, labor pains do not even compare. I climbed the stairs to my aunts room to let her know that it was time to go to the hospital. After watching her run around the room frantically she finally was able to rush me to the hospital. She zoomed through street lights rushing for fear that I may have the baby in the car and she would pass out. Had

Wolfsheim, a man over embellished by rings and lavish attire. He leans forward to address a young wide eyed Gatsby. Gatsby leans in and follows Woldsheim’s story of his tough childhood in Manhattan. Wolfsheim blight was being the son of an abusive business man and that he knew nothing better than a life of physical and emotional abuse.

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This was frightening, and I needed lots of support as I had no idea what to do. I seen him often like everyday he was in there which was fifty-two days. There's lots that I did for him, such as change his nappy and diaper, stroke him and talk to him. I wanted to hold him, but it had been two weeks and still no one let me hold him. One day this nice nurse asked me "you have not been able to hold him" I responded "no, not yet". She went and got a recliner chair and I was able to hold him for the first time, give him a massage, and feed him my breast milk that I had to

The plan is simple. I don’t see how it wasn’t, but, of course, some people disagree. Jensen and Thorn, mostly Jensen, but I can’t really blame him. He doesn’t know Scelestus City like the rest of us do. He’s being cautious and maybe overthinking things. Thinking is overrated. Thorn is only objecting because she’s being Thorn and she thinks that if we don’t think of ourselves first then we’re being just plain stupid. She doesn’t think it’s a good idea if we go after Flich and Walker.

In the past few days I have come to have a greater appreciation of Charles Scneck than I ever have before. It is hard to believe that just a few months ago I was home in Virginia with my wife, Francesca, and my newborn daughter, Claire. It is even more hard to accept that thanks to the Selective Service Act I will probably never see them again.

We knew she had been sick for a while. It was the subtle tells, such as the wobbly knees and the lack of energy to even get up. It was inherently my choice: I could let her live in agony or put her to rest. I knew what the right thing to do was, but I was too selfish and stubborn to admit it. The night of the decision, I wept for her and what I was doing. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hinder my thoughts on to anything other than my baby. That morning, I got up and got ready like I usually would, then I laid next to her and looked at her. I knew I was doing the right thing but I couldn’t justify it.

God helped me battle the raod to depression and I didn’t even have to travel on it. I looked for the blessing in diguse, that I wouldn’t have been able to give a child a perfect life that he or she would deserve. Tht eime wasn’t right. I look forward to the day the time is right and I’ll look back on this and remember what I was able to overcome through the power of the Lord. nyone yet because our families live in Gerogia and Flordia. I was glad we waited to announce it because it could have been even harder. Even though I didn’t want to I called my mom. I called her in tears. By that time I knoew I was going to have to have surgery to have my mom was the only other person besides my boyfriend’s dad that knew. John was supportive through the whole thing. Anything I needed her would do or get for me. He had to leave for hcokey the day ager my surgery Though he treid to stay home I didn’t want him to miss a tournament his first year as UA’s headcoach. When he left I was home along for four days until my mom came to be with me. I only took four days off of work because I love my job and hate missing work for anything. My workers are amazing. UDuring thouse four days alone I had a really hard time. I was alone, I was upset, and I was hurting mentally , and physically. I didn’t know what to do. I started opening my bible. I looked ip bible verses for child loss or things similar. I vsmr sacross a verse ahbout how God has a plan for you and how

I woke my boyfriend up and called my mother and we rushed to the hospital. I was nervous and excited at the same time. After eight hours of labor, the baby wasn’t cooperating at all. I wouldn’t dilate past eight and I already had three epidurals. I was in so much pain. After being in labor for twenty three hours, the doctors said it was time for a cesarean. I was so scared. All of a sudden, I heard my son screaming. My heart melted and I couldn’t keep the tears from coming. That was the best moment of my life. Justin and I named our son, Bentley Michael McCartney. He weighed eight pounds and thirteen ounces and he was twenty one inches tall. He was beautiful and healthy. Seeing my son made me realize that I was now an adult and I would be the best mother I possibly could be.

I can honestly say going through labor was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. Once Freddrick finally did arrived I knew that I would love him unconditionally for the rest of my life. He was just as precious as he could be and didn’t have a worry in this world. I didn’t know the type of mother I would be, but I was determined to be a different type of teenage mother. I wanted to show everyone I might be young with a son, but I made sure Freddrick was taken care of financially, Freddrick came first in my life at all times, Freddrick had disciplined in his life, and that he would know that mommy would always love him regardless of what happens through life.

I will never forget the moment my labor began, the moment that marked that step in my journey into motherhood. I can remember everything about it so clearly. My mom, fiancé, and I woke up early Friday morning to make our way to Western Missouri Medical Center. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my belly knowing it would be my last time standing in that bathroom with my baby inside of me still. It was a bittersweet moment that I cherished as long as I possibly could. I was set to be induced that morning and very excited, yet a little bit nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I’d been waiting a very long 37 weeks to finally meet this precious human that had been growing inside me. I had ideas of what he might look like, and what the experience might be like, however nothing could have prepared me for what was in store over the next few days.

Mother: I have a case of moderate arthritis from playing tennis and gardening, so my doctors were concerned about my body's ability to carry the pregnancy to full term and handle the full ordeal of the delivery. The birth of our child took a long time. I was in labor for nearly four days. We hired a lovely midwife who has specialized knowledge in handling special births, but after the second day, we decided to load me up in the car and head for the hospital. It was frightening, I suppose, but I also felt a clarity of purpose. I really wanted this baby and I knew that the baby's best chance and my best chance for survival was for me to stay calm and coherent as possible, for the sake of my family.

Many hospital visits and multiple tests later it was time to simply wait for the results. With anticipation I waited what it seemed like an eternity for the most important phone call of my life. I would jump every time my phone rung. One very peaceful morning I was standing in the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, suddenly the silence was broken by phone ringing, I startled. Looking down on the screen it was the hospital, I answered it quickly. I could feel my heart rising to my throat. It was my living donor coordinator calling with the results: I was a MATCH!!! Pure joy rushed through my body like a lightning sending a chill down my spine raising up every hair on my body. Immediately after I called my husband to share the incredible news. At first, he couldn’t believe it but deep down in our hearts we knew I will be the right candidate. When he got home from work we looked into each other eyes and just started to cry from joy, fear and love all together. Without any further delays we selected a date for the operation August 1st which has a special double meaning for us our first wedding anniversary and the transplant.