Personal Narrative: What I Learned In Early Labor

Most people believe that romantic love should be between two people, but F. Scotts Fitzgerald makes use of the love triangle motif in his novel, The Great Gatsby, to show how deceiving other people only hurts all parties, and the ones most deceived seem to be those looking for love and all of the wrong places.

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

Immigration is what has made the United States what is today. The inflow of immigrants, both legal and illegal has changed the demographics of the United States and it has an enormous impact on the social, cultural and economic of the country. However, the immigration system of United States has always been an issue, especially when it comes to the education system for the undocumented immigrant students.

Hell that whole Saturday going into the night was terrible. The hubby was keeping count of each contraction and they were close and coming fast but the doctors said to tough it out until I couldn't walk or talk, I already felt like I was at that point but boy was I wrong. I kept waking up every five minutes just moaning and groaning in agonizing pain and babe was right next to me trying to be supportive but I knew he was stressed and exhausted. I kept getting up and going to the bathroom to squat and walk around, being on my feet made it a little bearable but I was so tired I just wanted to lay down and sleep. At 2am l called my doctor and explain to her what was going on but again they told me to stay hydrated and keep count I hung up frustrated and helpless. It was now 4am and I absolutely could not take it anymore I could not stop crying and I just wanted the pain to go away we decided to go to the

Alexus Casidy is out of her teenage years and now twenty, with a whole life ahead. The name Alexus may be a common but, the story of how it was picked, was not. Her father named her after a nurse at a Psychiatric Hospital, that he said was pretty. Not only did he name her after a nurse but, he chose the spelling of the car, Alexus. She grew up with her two younger siblings in Beloit WI, and I am yet to wonder if her sibling’s names have a comical story behind theirs as well. My peer went to high school at Beloit Memorial, graduating in 2015. Where she was an active cheerleading and softball player, also where she met her boyfriend, of three years, Ryan. Most don’t see that she is a mother, student, girlfriend, and employee; holding many different roles in all statuses. Alexus studies at UW Rock County and is undecided with fulfilling her dreams for becoming a children’s nurse or a teacher. Also, is hard-working employee at the factory Prent Corporation in Janesville, WI as an Inspector Packer. Where the money pays for the house her and her boyfriend own, with their one year old, Brooks.

The contractions started to get so bad I cried as each one came and the gas wasn't helping anymore. I didn't want anyone touching me except hubby. I was leaning on him and squeezing the life out of his hand. He was my rock and was getting me through this, he was the only one I wanted by my side. The pain began getting so bad my vision blurred and I developed a massive headache. Tired and in such agony I was fading in and out of consciousness. My guts felt like they were being turned and twisted, I started vomiting and I couldn't stop. I wanted it all to end and I wanted her out of me! I begged Diane to make it stop, I couldn't breathe because of how excruciating it was. I screamed at her to get me the epidural and I screamed for everyone to get out of the effin room! (I was starting to become the monster I didn't want to be lol). I was clutching babes arm, begging him to make it go away. Diane called for the anesthesiologist. I had at least 5 horrendous contractions before he actually got there. I was getting more anxious and pissed off. I started screaming for them to get here now but they couldn't find him. Poor Diane felt so bad for me she was running around trying to figure out where he was. She decided to take matters into her own hands and give me another form of pain relief. It was a shot that she had to give me on my butt! Whatever took the pain

It was 3 years ago when I was diagnosed with Pectus Excavatum, a condition in which the breastbone sinks into the chest. 1 in every 400 births have it. My condition over the years began to get worse, reducing my ability to participate in sports. The feeling of being exhausted everyday started to hit me as time passed. After finally being diagnosed, my mom took the initiative to schedule my surgery date on June 8,2015. I had asked myself “What if something goes wrong?”, over and over creating this emotion of vulnerability inside me. This feeling that I had never fallen victim to, brought me to a time of reflection. Reflection on the life that I had lived up to that point. The question "What if I don't make it out of this? Is not a common question for someone my age, at least I don't know anyone who has had to ask this of themselves.

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

I remember when I decided to exclusively pump for my son. I had struggled with nursing him in the three weeks since he’d been born, and we’d been going to the doctor every few days for a weight check, because he still wasn’t back up to his birth weight.

Five years ago I gave birth to a baby boy, although I can't really call him a baby since he was the size of a small elephant. I knew I had to do something to afford him the best life possible. A friend of mine had gone to a local technical college for a medical assisting program. She graduated and soon moved up to being the practice manager at the pediatric office she worked at. I asked her some questions, she gave the school and job a rave review and I was hooked. I walked into school when Greyson was three weeks old and asked the counselor to sign me up for the next available class. The counselor looked at me with wandering eyes, letting them fall to rest on Greyson at my chest. She asked me "are you sure..you have a new baby?" I replied

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

Heather and Andrew welcomed another little one into their family recently. Little Caroline Scott was brought into the newborn photography studio recently for her modeling debut. Her big brother, Graham, was there too. These are returning clients I met 2 years ago when Graham was the first little one in their life.

I was so excited cause today was the day I was going to finally meet my baby.  At around 5:15 p.m.,  my water broke.  This meant my baby was ready to come. The pain increased, my contractions were now one and a half minutes apart. My nurse came in and injected the epidural pain medicine into my spine.  At that moment my entire lower body went numb. I couldn’t feel anything. I was able to get comfortable now. I laid back on my delivery bed and watched the expressions on my boyfriend and his mom’s face. They were as nervous as I was, probably even more.  I was now dilating one centimeter every thirty minutes. Finally at 10:43 p.m., it was time for me to pushing. With my boyfriend holding one leg and his mother holding the other I gave four big pushes. After being in labor for 27 hours I finally delivered my son. My Son weighed six pounds eleven ounces and was nineteen

I've never been able to tell a story if i haven't experienced it! I had a baby.

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.