Personal Narrative: Erin's A Baby

As time went on, I began to expect it more, as they’d take their aggression out on me in the hall, I tried to stand up to them. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t. Despite this, I remember feeling scared to come into school. I was constantly called fat, and ugly. I was passed notes that when I read them, I couldn’t help but cry. I was being pelted with trash and laughed

There were many emotions that I experienced throughout the time that I had the baby. One among many was not anger but almost a despise of the fake baby. I did not think that taking the baby would be really as bad as it was, this being in the way that I was so strung out over this tiny machine making noise and others making a big deal out of it just adding to the stress. Also there were several points in this time that between my tiredness and my anger I was having mental collapses, crying, panicking, anxiety, these were things like me waiting for the baby to cry and then when it wouldn stop I would have to hold myself back or I felt like I was about to snap.

During the second trimester is when my mother Donna, found out that she was pregnant with me. One morning she got out of the bed doing her normal routine and went to use the restroom where she then passed out on the bathroom floor. My father Patrick, rushed her to Florida memorial hospital in Miami dade county. She said that she woke up and Dr. Joeseph walked into the room, and told her that she was dehydrated and not getting taking in enough iron. Dr. Joseph then proceeded to include, as he handed her an ultra sound picture that she was thirteen weeks pregnant with me. She was in shock, because she said that she always knew when she was pregnant from having two pregancies prior to me there was always a sign but this time it wasn't because she was still having a menstral cycle.

The final topic that I will be discussing within today's blog is how body shaming and bullying may lead to unhealthy forms of meeting society's unrealistic expectations. Normally, these "unhealthy forms" may include increased or decreased eating, minimal or increased exercise, and in serious cases, these forms can lead to eating disorders such as anorexia or bulimia. According to body nutrition.org, "An observational study with more than 6000 participants showed that obese subjects who experienced exposure to weight discrimination were two and a half times more likely to hang onto that weight over the following years than those who did not

It was July 6, 2015, I woke up at 4:45 a.m it was time to get ready and go to the hospital. I was having my baby boy today! I needed to be at the hospital between 5 and 5:30 to be induced. I was so nervous, but I had carried my baby boy for 9 months and I was ready to finally hold him.

Hey Nandi, just letting you know that you're a really amazing person. Honestly you're a unique person there is no other person I could meet on the planet that could out weight your personality. I've decided that since the day I was born, BAM, mother-child bond. You've always been a strong woman you've done everything from working two jobs, to go our every school events, and handling our family problems. You're extremely happy even in bad situations and your not afraid to show us discipline that has an impact. You're a woman of few words but when you do open your mouth something extraordinary comes out. You fight for us, love us, your kind to all people, help raise strong people by putting reality in front of us since we were little. The most valuable lesson you've taught me so far is, life's going to be extremely difficult at times but you have to be strong, because you are strong, you can fight, and if you go down swinging better make worth your while. Couldn't ask for a better woman in my life.

During my two pregnancies, BabyCenter L.L.C. has been a frequently surfed guide for my children's developmental milestones. Referring to the site and zealously studying the information served as a litmus test for personal successes of parenting, in addition to my index of "expertise" for engaging in educating conversations with my pediatrician. Currently, my younger son is six-years-old. As a first grader, his teacher requires him to know his age and birth date. However, a favorable assessment considers more than the month and day; he must have knowledge of his birth year also. Therefore, my son's inability to communicate those details would alarm his teacher that he has not reached a crucial milestone in his development. Correspondingly, I

My mom got me my very first dog when I was seven. As a seven year old you can only imagine my excitement, but I had to contain myself or my mom would get mad all I wanted to do was talk about my new puppy. Instead I bounced my leg and hummed the whole way there. Once I saw him I knew he was the one. I had a hard time finding the name for my new puppy, my brother, Jacob, was the one who suggested the name Kooter as a joke, but to his surprise I loved it and ever since his name changed from Baby to Kooter. There are times when Kooter gets on my nerves, but I try not to yell at him. I do this because I know my time is short with him and I don't want him to remember me as a mean and high stress owner. I've had Kooter for ten years that makes

Have you ever seen one of those commercials that have little girls pretending to grow up? The scene opens with her walking down an aisle with a pillow case as her veil, a white fairy princess costume to stand in as her wedding dress, and finally coming to a close with her playing house with her baby dolls. Well, that certainly wasn’t me, but I was a kid from the 90s and of course I had all of the coolest toys available at the time. I recall countless Cabbage patch dolls, a My Size Barbie, but most of all Baby All Gone. I didn’t realize how one doll could cause such chaos. I would have to make repeated trips to my makeshift grocery store because she just wouldn’t stop eating! When the day came that I ran out of her ‘licensed’ diapers, I attempted to ‘stop the flow’ with a makeshift t-shirt, but it just wouldn’t cut it.

It was like any other boring day. I stumble out of my bed and ready for school. I get ready for school. I get dressed and do my hair. I am doing my hair when a firenado showed up outside my house! So I saddled up my unicorn and got a fire extinguisher and saved my whole neighborhood. Not such a boring Monday after all.

On October 17, 2002 at 7:58pm at Riverside Hospital in Newport News, Va., Mr. Corey and Mrs. Annise Herbin had their first and only baby. Before I was born my parents thought of several names for me. My dad wanted to name me Leslie and my mother considered Sydney and Briana. They decided to name me Layla Camille Herbin, which means dark knight and silent warrior. After seeing the boxer Laila Ali on television, my mother fell in love the name. My parents told me that immediately after I was born, my father took me from the doctor and raised me up to dedicate me to God. They describe it to me like the scene in the movie Roots.

In the summer of 2016, I had the opportunity to work as a sales representative, reservationist and outdoor services agent. After having more than adequate time to reflect on this experience and learn more about the experience I had through my HB classes this past Fall and Spring, I was able to have a meeting with my boss and inform her on my thoughts to greatly improve an issue we could encounter daily. Erin Hills is a championship golf resort located in Erin, Wisconsin, about an hour west of Milwaukee. This resort is host to 18 holes that match up with some of the best championship golf courses in the world as well as 39 beds to host overnight guests. These beds are split up into five four-bed cottages as well as a lodge that can sleep 19

When I got to school I was telling Macy about it and a few other kids had heard me. One boy who sometimes talked to Macy had said in the meanest tone, “Don’t you think that you should lose more weight before you do something like that?” I felt my face getting redder than the setting sun and anger was rushing through my veins faster than Dale Jr. on the race track.

My parents would describe infant me as adventurous,happy,full of energy. When I was younger I had a habit of crawling out of the crib and opening doors and my have tried to invite the mail man in a few times. When I was just learning to walk I would always open the front door when the mailman came or when my grandma thought I had ran away because I had opened multiple doors in the house and later found me playing in the backyard and later would by door knob locks to keep me from opening the doors, I believe I may have been 3 or 4 years old at the time. My favorite stuffed animal was this light brown monkey with a darker face, brown marble eyes that my mom had gotten me when she took me to the Toledo zoo when I was 4 years old I used to take

“The Girl I Hate” by Mona Awad tackles the daily problems of a girl who struggles with her body image. From counting calories to enjoying food, as if it is a sin, Awad creates a realistic story that many can relate to. Awad wrote a successful short story due to her ability to appeal to young females emotions, also known as pathos. Awad makes the audience feel a wide array of emotions from guilt to joy. It is easy to both love and hate the nameless main character. The author is successful because she has a purpose for creating the emotions the reader feels. Not only is Awad’s story incredibly relatable, but it is an important story for this day and age when more people are struggling with body confidence than ever.