An Explanation Of An Unexpected Delivery

I had prepared everything for the arrival of the baby, including clothes, diapers, bottles and toys. I even finished high school a year early I wanted to be able to spend as much time with the baby as possible. I wanted to get her used to being around me and comfortable with her new surroundings, I wanted to be as prepared as I could possibly be. Finally, the day I could bring my baby came home. I couldn’t even sleep due to all the excitement and happiness I felt. As I drove to Mexicali, Baja California, the six hour drive seemed to go on forever. I was terrified that the baby wouldn’t like

Spending a few days with the newborn, doesn’t give adequate time for the mother to structure any type of connection with the child. The first months of the baby’s life are essential for its progress. In the later years when it’s time for the mother to come home, she and the child are strangers. Not having developed that bond at an early age causes the child to be unfamiliar with its own mother, which leads to long term sentimental and conduct issues.

I gave birth to a baby girl named Stella (Manis, 2008). My boyfriend picked her name when I started the simulation, and I thought it was a good choice. Stella had a normal birth, which took about 10 hours. I gave birth naturally with my partner by my side. Stella and I bonded hormonally after about a week, though I chose not to breastfeed her. During her first weeks, Stella mostly slept. When she was awake, I took time to sing to her and rock her, as well as talking and playing her music. She had some trouble with feeding at the start, but after a while she began to enjoy mealtimes. Because my partner worked during the week, we would use disposable diapers during that time and cloth diapers on weekends. The parenting

There are times when new mothers are misdiagnosed and are given a lesser form of this depression. This is called having the baby blues, which is when a new mother experience’s mood swings, and anxiety. These symptoms can last one or two weeks after giving birth, where postpartum depression can continue on for months at a time. Even with baby blues having such a shorter time frame even after 2 weeks’ these new mothers are not being diagnosed correctly. In Mental Heath of Teen Mom Matters, Shiloh gives her experience “My son was crying and it was like the noise of scratching a chalkboard” (Reese p. 1) A new mom can face all these difficulties and my feel as though they do not have a maternal attachment to their

I didn't learn any about that at home. I mostly came up with my own males and standards. I always treated girls well and how they should be treated with respect. I will have a talk with my children when they are old enough.

On June 27th, Amya Anderson, 8 years of age, was taken to the emergency room of Marcus Daly Memorial Hospital by her mother. Her mother had received a phone call from Amya’s school nurse that there was a problem with her and that she would need to come and pick her daughter up. Upon arrival the nurse informed the mother that Amya had been crying for most of the morning and would not go to the bathroom because she was afraid that it was going to hurt. Her mother immediately took her to the emergency room for an examination. Amya has always been very forthcoming when she is not feeling well and has no problem telling her mother about any problems or irritations that she is having. Today, however, Amya refused to let her mother see her without any clothing on, not wanting her mother to see her body. When asked what her main source of discomfort was she told her mother that she had pain “down there”, and that her Uncle Joe had touched her “private parts” while he was babysitting her the day prior. The mother agreed to have her doctor perform a pelvic exam where the mother’s worst fears were confirmed. Not only had her uncle molested her, he had raped her and had caused sufficient damage to Amya’s genital area. Upon further questioning Amya admitted that her uncle had been molesting her for the better part of the last year but it wasn’t until the previous day that it had taken a turn for the worse.

One day while walking through Frankenmuth, my mother had a gut feeling that she was expecting. When my parents returned home from the day’s festivities my mom snuck away to take a pregnancy test, which confirmed she was in fact pregnant. According to my dad, he was surprised and very excited to be expecting. My parents had long been trying to start their family but had suffered a miscarriage 8 weeks into their first pregnancy. Due to the prior miscarriage, my parents decided to use caution and wait until they made it through the first trimester to share the news with friends and family. My mother went on to explain that pregnancy changed everything for her from her diet to her daily activities. Both of my parents

LaKesha Marie: I’m from Watts, CA. So I went to the Watts Health Center and took a test but it took 3 days for the results. I was in the middle of taking a math test and knew I needed to call and find out, so I did and they confirmed it; I was pregnant. When I got home from school my mom asked me if I was pregnant. I didn’t know at the time that the clinic had called the house and she already knew. I immediately said NO, and if I was I wouldn’t tell you because you said if I came home pregnant you would put me out. My mother goes on to tell me she wouldn’t put me out she just didn’t want that for me. So I then said ok yes I’m pregnant. My

“What were you thinking?” My mother said, with a clear look of shame and disappointment resting on her face. “What will people say about us?” My father roared from the other room sounding enraged. I didn’t have an answer for any of the millions of questions my parent’s threw at me that night. I believe I was too shocked myself to utter any words. All I could do was stare down at my night stand and look at the “two pink lines” on this plastic white stick: which indicated that I was in fact “pregnant.”

Prior to entering this class, I had a limited awareness of prenatal and early developmental characteristics of a person. While the population I prefer working amongst are those in adolescence through early adulthood years, I have come to find prenatal care to be a huge factor in determining and relating to this population later in life. This class has not only increased my knowledge of early development but has increased my awareness and sheer fascination behind the importance of the level of care received by a person in their mother’s womb, especially when it involves how they succeed in later stages of life.

During our conversation many topics were discussed. During my time talking to the family I started to notice a few worrisome details. First, the mother was going to stay home with the infant while the father went back to work. Though she had a lot of family present for the birth, they don’t live in Colorado. The mother shared she has struggled with depression during her pregnancy and was worried about if it was going to come back. It became clear that I needed to focus my teaching on educating the family about postpartum depression due to the mothers’ risk factors. I questioned the

I can honestly say going through labor was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. Once Freddrick finally did arrived I knew that I would love him unconditionally for the rest of my life. He was just as precious as he could be and didn’t have a worry in this world. I didn’t know the type of mother I would be, but I was determined to be a different type of teenage mother. I wanted to show everyone I might be young with a son, but I made sure Freddrick was taken care of financially, Freddrick came first in my life at all times, Freddrick had disciplined in his life, and that he would know that mommy would always love him regardless of what happens through life.

From the moment she was born I knew she was different, arriving much earlier than expected, and frightening me to death with her little surprise. Then mere seconds later, after the doctor removed the umbilical cord from around her little pink neck, I heard her soft, sweet cry. In that instant, I knew she would be mama’s little fighter. Now here we are, 10 years later, and she still manages to amaze me every day. My daughter, Alexis, has tremendously changed my life and made me a better person by teaching me patience, showing me strength, and motivating me to improve myself.

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.

Father: There were some tough moments during the pregnancy. Most parents worry themselves crazy or sick during pregnancy and we were no different. We were both on the older side to be first time natural parents, so that was a concern.