Personal Narrative: The Perfection Of A Newborn Baby

After choosing my career—Neonatal nursing. The next decision is which college I want to attend. I have had a few colleges in mind such as: Southern miss, William Carey, and University of Louisiana in Lafayette. I think that career day will be will help me finally decide on which college I would like to attend.

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.

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.

My prenatal development was normal. There were not any concerns or worries about my development. My mom had a fairly normal pregnancy other than preeclampsia. Preeclampsia is a medical condition in women who have not experienced high blood pressure, and developed in during a pregnancy (Preeclampsia and Eclampsia, 2016). High protein levels in urine and swelling of the hands, legs and feet are other symptoms of preeclampsia. My mom had an ultrasound at fourteen weeks. She did not have any other testing like an amniocentesis or chorionic villus sampling. It was unnecessary.

I decided to discuss the second trimester stage of development because for me, with both of my pregnancies, that is when I started to get really excited about having a baby. There is the whole scare of losing the baby in the first trimester but also that’s when I started to feel the baby move, both times in the 16th week, when the baby, and myself, grew the most (I gained 8 pounds in the 5th month with both pregnancies), and when I got so heavy I had to walk instead of run, it was actually faster from about 18 weeks on. Babycenter.com says that the fetus of 14 weeks of age is the size of a lemon, 3 ½ inches long and weighing 1 ½ ounces, while parents.com says it’s the same weight and length but the size of a peach. At 27 weeks both sites said the babies are at 2+ pounds, 9.25-14 inches long and either the size of a head of cauliflower or a sock monkey (which wasn’t fun to look at when your trying to picture a cute little baby). On page 96 of the textbook in Figure 5.8 it is confirmed that after the 16th week the mother may start to feel the baby move. The fetus is also forming small hairs all over the body, including the scalp, and the lungs are beginning to

From the moment I was born people already had opinions on how my life would turn out. Shoutout to the doctor who told the group of interns that I was gonna die in the icu without knowing my mother could hear him. Days after being born that so called medical professional was certain I would die before my first birthday. I am certain there are scientists willing to bet that because I was born three months premature, I have some sort of birth defect or disability. The American society must be pissed off knowing that small BLACK baby didn’t die and went on to be healthy and a leader and unafraid to speak my mind.

I gave birth to twin daughters. They were extremely premature (born at 6 months gestation), weighing around 2 pounds each. Given that I was already dilated and in labor by the time I reached the hospital, they decided to have the babies naturally. Despite having contractions for more than 30 hours, I recovered quickly after the births and was discharged the next day.

My personal narrative is going to be about mixed stories that describe me, but first i'm gonna take you back to the marvelous time of when i was born. I was born around 12 noon, on may 10th, 2003. I was a sick premature baby, so i spent most of my time resting in a incubator, if you are not familiar with a incubator it is a enclosed apparatus providing a controlled enviornment for the care and protection of premature or unusually small babies (as said from google).

I was on bedrest with my first born from 20 through to 36 weeks. I went in for my 20 week ultrasound and left the hospital a week later. I had been told I had a 'Short Cervix', underwent an emergency surgery to have cerclage placed in my cervix to

It’s August 13, 1975. Mom left the house 2 days ago, and she came back today with a new baby. He doesn’t look like a newborn, he has none of my parents features, and well he looks kind of weird. But, I guess I have really never seen a newborn and I mean the kids at school call me weird so maybe we are exactly the same. I can tell from the start that we are going to be great friends, but I just can’t help it when he cries I get so annoyed. It’s like he is doing it on purpose. Mom and Dad left the house a few minutes after they got home and I didn’t see them for another 5 days. All I heard from them was, “ There is food in the fridge. Should be enough to last you a few days. Take care of this one. Lord knows we don’t need any more trouble than we are already in.” How could they just leave me here with this annoying little brat? lts evident that Mom and Dad don’t care about me or my little brother.

I often hear people complaining about how hard it is to raise one child, consider having to raise twins. I would argue that twins are harder to deal with, especially fraternal twins. Now I would be the first to say that when I found out we were pregnant with twins, I was terribly overwhelmed with different emotions; I was shocked, overjoyed, and distraught at the same time. “You may start asking yourself questions like: How am I going to do this?, Who is going to help me?, How are going to be able to afford this.” (Diaz, 2013) These are all questions I asked myself repeatedly throughout the leading up to the day they were born. We had other questions. The number one question; “How can we possibly care for two babies at the same

This is a story that no one knows a part of my life about. When I was 6 years old I was living on the streets with my brother, Sam, who was 4 at that time in Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan, near Russia. My parents who were bad people didn’t want to take care of us so they gave us to our grandma to take care of us. But when my grandma died she decided that the best thing to do was to put us on the streets where she knew I would take good care of both Sam and me. Sam and I had to learn how to survive on the streets as orphans for a couple of months. Every night I would always put bread under my pillow. I would share it with Sam when we got hiungry. We were on the streets for a couple of months. One day the Child Protective Service found us on

This may seem fake, but i promise you this isn't a myth, i know why, because it happened to me. It was my turn for carpool so my mom and I picked up my friends Ally,Victoria, And Eliza. We put all of our saddles, helmets, and gear in the back of the car and headed to the stables.

“Jackie, go tell Mr. Skelly to send me a cup of sugar,” Momma said from the other side of the glass door and turned and wobbled her bountiful hips back into the kitchen where a dishpan of dirty dishes in dead suds awaited her.

“Carla sit down we need to tell you something.” I never thought these words were going to change my entire life again.