Audriana Faith Monologue

I remember on my first day of preschool, my mom told me, “Abby, don’t tell your teachers about your family.” Sitting in my car seat, at the age of 4, I was starting to become overwhelmed with confusion. This confusion bubbled up inside me for years. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask my moms, but I did not have the courage or the strength to ask. Then I grew up. My perspective on the world changed, and I realized that my parents were seen as a calamity to society. That was my perspective though. I wondered what my mom’s was. How did she grow up in a world that only saw her as a flaw in the system? So I asked. Beth Shaffer’s perspective on her past, the present, and the future is an astonishing story.

I let my eyes wander out to the empty field outside, thinking of the future and the past. I part another chapter of my life to be a mother. Perhaps I am giving up my independence like sacrifices to please an angry god, or rather goddess. The answers are not all there, but at least one part of my world is established, a small but important comfort. I look towards the child one last time as if she were a mirage in a hot desert. She no longer cries in her father’s arms, voice and energy drained from its earlier tantrums into existence.

I had been an only child for eight years so when my parents told me I was going to be a big sister I was shocked. I thought I was going to be an only child my whole life. It was normal for me to do things alone and I’m normally not thrilled about change but I was excited. We decided to name him Houston Michael Peters. He was originally supposed to be born on the thirty first of January, the same day as my dad. But he was born 2 days early on the twenty-ninth of January two thousand and fourteen and that's the day my life changed for the better.

It is 7:11 on Friday night, the first of March 1996, in room 112 of Mercy Hospital in Portland, Maine. Married couple, Chris and Veronica Meserve of Steep Falls, Maine are welcoming their second daughter into the world, Shawna Irene Meserve. She will grow to be a physically and developmentally healthy being because of, among many factors such as her genetics, the circumstances and significant relationships surrounding her birth. Starting at the beginning of Shawna’s parents’ relationship, these circumstances and significant relationships surrounding this infant’s birth will be highlighted and analyzed to determine how they may have affected her very early development.

Sixteen years ago, Skylar Blaize Pichey was born. She was born to a single mother, who got pregnant the first time she had sex. Her mom thought she loved this man, but soon came to realize he was no good when he hit her. She moved back in with her parents and was living with them during this time. Skylar was born 6lbs 6oz, just a little thing. Her mother’s only child, at the time and present day. Her mother fell in love at first sight. She was cared for by her mother and her grandparents, her father was occasionally around to see her, until her mother decided he would not be a part of their lives.

Caroline West had been abandoned three days after her birth, by some woman she didn't know, but that would all change today. After months of investigating and digging through hospital documents she had found the woman who was her mother: It had taken forever to sift through all the papers. But that hadn't deterred her -- after all how many pregnant women could leave a hospital without a child and not have it written down somewhere? Three to be precise, well at least on that Halloween night there had only been three. One woman had given birth to a boy, so that excluded her immediately. The second woman had been forced to give birth to her stillborn daughter and she was alive so that

Mark twain once said “the most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” When we are kids you always dream of growing up and having a family. For my mom and dad that dream was coming true. On June 5th, 1999, I came into this world at 10:55 pm. at Sioux Valley Hospital in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. My full name is Ryley Belle Nelson. Both of my parents wanted to keep my gender a surprise so that is why they chose the name Ryley, and Belle came from my great grandma’s middle name. She was born on June 7th, 1909. Measuring 19 1/2 inches and weighing a solid 7 pounds and 2 ounces, I was born with the same blue eyes as my mom and dad, as well as my brown hair.

In The Storied Life of AJ Fikry, the author Gabrielle Zevin uses a variety of tough questions to showcase memorable moments in AJ’s life. The author provides the reader with distinctive scenarios in order to illustrate these significant life changing events. AJ makes the decision to take care of a child for a weekend before the Department of Family and Children are scheduled to take her to an adoption center. AJ hesitates at first, but then minimizes the hardship it will cause. Before he meets Maya, his friend Lambaise asks him, “Do you know anything about child care” (Zevin 52). AJ has had no experience with taking care of a baby and is terrified at the great responsibility. The use of the author

The moment when I was old enough to comprehend how I came into this world, I should have known there would be a great deal of impediments for me to overcome. I was mistaken as twins because of a little white lie which led my grandmother to bring two bassinets to the hospital. However, everyone would soon have the relief of knowing there was only one me; but a fear of panic would surface once it was determined that my feet had took the place of where I may head should have fell. I was born breech. My world was upside down before I even took my first breath. A world I didn’t ask to be in but became grateful for because of my grandmother. My life was never intended to be simple. I owe my life accomplishments’ to the woman who was willing to take both of me home. She is the reason I am who I am today and the reason I will be who I am tomorrow.

The first blissful months of motherhood slid by one after another. From Yule to the Festival of Candles, it was bitter outside, but Audra did not mind. She and her ladies cherished that time in front of the warm fires with their children, amazed by the little ones’ growth and their love for their babies.

‘When you have children it transforms you,’ she thought to herself, as if displaced from the horror of the surroundings, ‘It brings your centre of gravity away from you and into a physical being, one you would do anything for.’ For a moment, she let herself recall the first time their eyes opened, staring into what felt like her soul; their first laughs reverberating within her; the

One morning, Lisa Gross’ daughter wakes up with a stomach ache and fever. As Lisa calls into work, her daughter, Carly, sighs of relief knowing that her mom is going to be there to comfort and take care of her. Soon the sweet smell of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon buns fills the house. Lisa’s and Carly’s girl’s day begins. Crafts of all different shapes and colors cover the dining room table like presents under a Christmas tree, and the two are both anxious to start their projects. Lisa and Carly joke and chuckle together as if they’re sisters. Over the course of the day, Carly not only feels better, but has a smile across her face with her rosy cheeks standing out. Lisa heart was warmed knowing how much this day meant to her.

You had never loved Maddy more than the moment she opened her eyes, completely restored. You loved her more than the day she was born. Because for a single moment you were afraid to lose her. Afraid you spent precious days on a worthless task rather than comforting her. But your efforts paid off. Maddy may have not been your firstborn. She may have not had the same potential as her brother, but you could not have lived without her. Without her sweet smile and gentle nature. You could not have lived without her laugh. And to protect that infectious laugh, you lied. You did not mention that the face she woke up to every morning was not her own. You did not tell her skin was artificial. That she was a science experiment. You kept the truth from her. For better or worse.

We were sitting next to the marigolds with just a glimmer of hope left as Mama came sprinting out the back door, we knew the words before they came out of her mouth. She told us to run and see the baby as soon as possible. She said that she could not believe her eyes when she saw the infant. We climbed the stairs of Pecola's apartment and tapped on the door three times. Her mother let us in to see Pecola sitting in a bed with a bundle of blankets in her arms. As usual, she was whispering to herself, but this time, she had a smile on her face. Pecola did not acknowledge our presence until we stepped silently to her bedside. As she uncovered the infant stirring in her arms, we realized that Mama was right. We did not believe what we saw. The child was beautiful. He had perfectly proportioned features with milk brown skin. While we admired this, what came next made us gasp out loud. The little boy opened his eyes to reveal pale blue iris’. Pecola’s smile beamed with delight and fascination, and so did ours. Our prayers had been answered, and we were confident that the child would change the entire

As discussed in For the Love of Babies, Joanna was admitted to the delivery unit at thirty-seven weeks’ gestation (Hall, 2011). Her daughter, Samantha, was diagnosed with anencephaly. Although the family known of their daughter’s diagnosis, adequate education on the process of the condition was lacking. In the family’s initial interview with Dr. Hall, Joanna had stated that she believed that the fatal diagnosis was due to a lack in folic acid intake. Shortly thereafter, Joanna gave birth to her daughter. The entire family had taken part of the delivery, along with a photographer and a priest. Dr. Hall remained with the family until Samantha had passed, assisted the family in giving her a bath, and comforted the family as they grieved the loss of their daughter.