A Hypothetical Interview With Parents of a Child With Special Needs

The mother reports having a normal pregnancy with no complications, and that her pregnancy was easy. This was the second child for the mother, who has another child who was five years old at the time. The mother also disclosed that at the time of the pregnancy she was in the process of separating from the child’s father and that this caused a moderate level of stress. At the time of the pregnancy the mother was also working full time as waitress in a local restaurant, the mother reports that her job required she be on her feet for a long period of times, but that she was able to work until around a week before her child was born. The mother reports that the child was born around two weeks early but that labor was easy and the child was

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

“The only real failure in life is not to be true to the best one knows.”, Buddha

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,

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

I interviewed a woman who has a child with special needs. The child is now in kindergarten. The mother reported having a normal pregnancy with no complications. This was the second child for the mother, who has another child who was five years old at the time. The mother disclosed that during the pregnancy, she was in the process of separating from the child’s father and that this caused a moderate level of stress. At the time of the pregnancy, the mother was also working full time as a waitress in a local restaurant. The mother reported that her job required her to be on her feet for long periods of time. She was able to work until around a week before her child was born. The mother reports that the child was born around two weeks

When I had my son via emergency cesarian I was not prepared for what the recovery time would look like. Sleeping on the couch for the first week because I couldn't lift myself onto my bed. Trying to find a comfortable nursing position that would allow my sore belly some breathing room while also staying as close to my brand new baby as possible. Don't even get me started on trying to clean the house or make myself lunch. It felt impossible and the idea of my husband going back to work a week after our son was born felt like a threat. At the time I had no idea what a postpartum doula was, but If I did I would have hired one.

The birth of a child is a time of joy and of endless possibilities; parents begin to plan their child’s life goals and what college that child is going to go to. Well, at least parents of healthy babies. When I was born, it was a time of panic and “Is she going to make it?” I was born with a diaphragmatic hernia.

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.

Well, even the best events in life have stress attached to them. Having a baby is exciting for everyone. You’ve been flooded with company practically from the moment of delivery. If you’re a first-time mother, hospitals don’t give you very much help or advice; they send you home with this new little creature with an array of demands that you have to try to interpret. And new babies don’t sleep much. At least not long enough to allow you to get some much needed rest.

My sister rushed into the hospital at the speed of a cheetah, alerting the nurses that I felt I was going into labor and something didn’t feel right. They hurried out, wheelchair in hand and retrieved me while my sister grabbed my stuff, in the process feeling subtle pains in my abdomen. The second they got me into the freezing room, they ushered me to the stiff bed and waited while Dr. Winters came in. Nurses trying to calm me down as I was in hysteria for only being 7 months into the pregnancy. “What is going on with my babies?! Please

One of the main key ideas of having a child with a disability is communication, not having a stable relationship with parents and siblings. It accurate to see that people get along with another person that have the same taste as one does, which make the kids with the disability the outlier because he or she is the one that doesn’t match up with no one so you tend to leave him or her behind. All of this lead to lack of carness and lack of communication. If a child with a disability doesn’t get the appropriate attention she needs, she tend to be isolated and leads to disaster. In the article “‘We’re just that sort of family’” “ Intergenerational Relationship in Families including children with disabilities” by Brigit Mirfin, Anne Bray, and

Never having worked with children before or having any firsthand exposure to children with disabilities I could only use second-hand references to create an expectation of what I was about to experience. My own children are school age and I know how to manage them, but when I have previously been presented with other children to manage in a social environment it was awkward and I felt restricted in what I could and could not do. Likewise, special needs children were an alien concept to me, having only met a few people in my life who were intellectually or developmentally disabled. As such, I could only draw on the portrayals from media such as films and television and the limited coverage of disabled sports events to form a picture of what

My father was getting up bright and early to go to work and of course, he had accidentally woken up my mother with all his ruckus. That wasn’t such a big issue though, she had to get up soon anyways to wake her two little ones for school. As soon as my mother had gotten up, she had her first contraction coming from me inside her belly. My trooper of a mother, the one with multiple contractions happening during the time she’s trying to care for her children, insists to not yet leave to go to the birthing center until her kids were both dressed, stuffed with breakfast, and safely on the bus to go to school. After a long, agonizing hour of getting her two kids ready for school and her husband freaking out about not knowing when I was about to pop out, they had finally rushed to the Austin Area Birthing Center. On November 5, 1999 at 1:17 P.M., I, the third of four children, the brightest, the most joyful, was finally born.

When my mother was a teenager she became pregnant. She was not what many of us would have considered the typical pregnancy gone wrong she was smart and had a religious family. So what went wrong? She made a decision now it may not have been the best decision, but it was a decision. When she found out she was pregnant she thought her life and her dreams were over.