A Note On The Blue Lines

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

As the nurses put an oxygen mask on my face, the head OB/GYN began explaining that my son's heart rate had fallen from 150 beats per minute to 40 beats per minute. They were able to get his heart rate back to normal, but they would need to do internal monitoring and, if his heart rate dropped again, I would be prepped for a c-section immediately. I was at 9.5 cm and I was terrified. Not only was this not my dream birth, this was a nightmare. After a 36 hours roller-coaster ride, I became a mother;my son was born. He weighed 9 pounds, 3 ounces and was 21 inches

Morris’s The Thin Blue Line is a documentary that relies heavily on re-enactments with interview narration over top. This is intercut with talking head interviews that explain the story as it unfolded for each interviewee. I think that the building blocks of this story are the way that more of the story is revealed slowly as sound effects of what the situation might have sounded like are played along with the re-enactment. For example when Morris shows the drawn image of the victim as the cop explains the injuries, the sound of gun fire can be heard in the back ground.

On January 3rd, 2008 a very cold winter day my water bag broke as I grab my bags and get ready to head to the hospital with so many mixed emotions happy,scared, sad and overwhelmed as we arrive at Cypress hospital in Houston,Tx at 9:30 am they quickly give us a room in the labor and delivery as we wait for our son to enter the world hours pass by and still nothing no baby almost 10 hours of waiting for our son his heart rate was dropping Dr.Castillo came in to inform us that I was needing an emergency c-section to get the baby out as soon as possible as we prepare to go into surgery a nurse walk in to give me anaesthesia and procedures that will happen during surgery I'm filled with so much nerves of the unknown praying my son comes out fine

Mahmoud Nabil Soliman Engl 1302 Mrs. Linda Daigle Topic: Essay #3 (A documentary presentation) “The Thin Blue Line” "The Thin Blue Line" is the fascinating, controversial true story of the arrest and conviction of Randall Adams for the murder of a Dallas policeman in 1976. It was billed as "the first movie mystery to actually solve a murder.

At about 8:30 I had already dilated to 8 and man I was in a ride this whole time. I was in constant pain that I wanted it to stop and curl up into a ball and cry. It finally came around to have my son and it was the worse pain ever. It felt like having cramps but stronger, sharp and painful. As the time kept passing the pain would come and go and it started to come repeatedly and constantly. I saw nurses going in and out of the room telling each other that it was time and we needed the midwife. I thought to myself that doctor or not this baby is not waiting and I wanted him out. The midwife came just in time and we were set to have a baby. As I was pushing to have my son all the memories came to me form me wanting to give him up for adoption to changing my mind and raising my son. I guess when people say the best blind date is when a mother finally meets their child. I came back to reality and realized I just needed to push one more time and my son would be out. When I finally did, I heard him cry and the nurse cleaned him up before handing him to me. As she finished she finally laid him on my chest and I heard her say,

It was 2 am on Friday April 14th, I awoke because I felt like I was using the bathroom on myself so I waddled out of bed and to the bathroom as I stood in front of the bathroom door I could feel something trickling down my legs and I screamed for my fiance to wake up I thought this was it my water finally broke. We were 38 weeks and five days it definitely was not too early to deliver bubs because I was already 1.5cm dilated. "Did you just pee on yourself? Wait, that's water! Did your water just break!? Let's wait to see if more comes out, the doctor says it has to keep coming out so let's give it some time" My fiance was much more calm and level headed about it whereas I was anxious and scared.

It was Errol Morris' dedication to the truth that enabled him to save a wrongly imprisoned man from a life time in jail and at the same time find the man who did it. I doubt if another documentary rings truer with regards to the voice of the documentary testifying to the character of the filmmaker, than 'The Thin Blue Line.'

My mom told me when she went into labor with me it was on one of the hottest days of the summer and it was going to be my birthday and we were in one of my dad's old cars which I think is cool because that was the first car I got to ride in on the way home. When they got to the hospital my mom was ready to go but they had to give her a C-section and which is worse the regular birth. My mom said when she first woke up she said it felt like a dump truck has run over her over and over again. Looking back at pictures of before and after I was born my

When I was seven years old, I was outside playing catch with a softball with my sister, Katie and my mom. My mom collapsed due to what we believed was the heat due to the temperature being ninety plus degrees, but it turns out this was the start of infinite trips to the hospital.My mom had passed out due to reasons that were unknown at the time. My sister Katie and I ran inside the house and called 911 and told them what happened. My mom was still on the ground. Within ten minutes, the ambulance showed up on our doorstep and proceeded to wake up my mom. They were asking her questions about her health and she responded confused, “I’m fine. I do not know what happened.” The ambulance then, took my mom to the hospital and ran multiple tests and even heart tests. Katie and I were playing with our Barbie dolls while we were waiting in the hospital room for her test to get back. It seemed like we were there for a million years. As we were patiently waiting, my mom looked scared. I remember her telling me how her dad died from a heart attack when he was only 40 and so did her grandfather. The doctors were severely concerned about her situation.

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.

Two years had passed and I was now in the fifth grade. Still no siblings, but my mom did babysit at home, which gave me the opportunity to help out and feel as though I had younger siblings again. One day after school my mom and dad were waiting for me in the car outside of Denkmann Elementary School. I ran out to the car and opened my door and sitting on the center console of the back seat there was a pregnancy test that read positive. I knew my parents had been trying, but they had never been able to conceive. It took me a second to process what I was seeing, but once I did I began to shake with excitement. I was finally going to have a sibling of my own.

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.

Finding out that I was pregnant first hand was a bittersweet but conversely a Kodak moment as well. During the first couple of days I didn’t know whether to ball up and cry or to be happy and exhilarated, I was 17 so I didn’t know how to be happy about me being with a fetus inside of me. “I have my whole life ahead of me, this can’t be real, why me?” I constantly asked myself while looking at the positive pregnancy test. After finding out this shocking news I walked in the same room that my cousin Kiana was patiently waiting in, and quietly said it’s positive. Kiana gave me the ideal expression I kind of hoped for and needed during the time-being but shortly after, I got the news that she was also pregnant. When I first noticed my first sign of pregnancy when I started spotting, and increase of hunger, I didn’t think nothing of it but I slightly had a clue. A week goes by still going unnoticed until the morning sickness stage hit. Waking up with morning sickness was one of the stages I had an aversion to the most. I partially disliked this stage because not only was it morning sickness, but because it was morning and afternoon sickness. Another reason is because it made me feel nauseous. After the morning sickness stage, it encouraged me to get a pregnancy test.