Aurora Rose: A Short Story

I’m not going to lie, i shed some extra tears. But as soon as i touched her cold hand and told her that i loved her, i knew that she was going to a better place and that she was no longer in pain. As i remembered all of the amazing times i had shared with her, i heard a voice in my head telling me that it was okay to be upset, and that it was all going to turn out okay. I believe in crying & acception. I believe that every storm runs out of rain. I believe that everything will turn out okay. I believe in

I knew something was wrong. The next two weeks went by with the exact symptoms; my stomach was in a knot, the smell of food made me want to vomit, and all I wanted to do was sleep. One afternoon I finally made myself take a pregnancy test. The faded second line had my heart into a million pieces. At seventeen years old I Brooke Nardoni was pregnant. As I was hysterically bailed my eyes out and thought my life was over. I ended up telling my mom the next day after school. We both cried what has happened but she encouraged me that I would do the right thing and she would be by my side every step of the way no matter what I choose to do with my

DON 'T PANIC: First and foremost, DON 'T PANIC! Having a baby can be stressful, but does not need to be such. Whether your pregnancy was planned or not, the best thing you can do for yourself and your baby is to NOT PANIC. After the discovering your pregnancy, you can make the rest of the pregnancy and the beginning stages of parenthood a low-stress and exciting experience. As you learn to control your life, in areas you can control, you will be better able to stay calm and relaxed. The less stressed you are, the better it will be for your baby and your family.

Lying here, waiting is difficult because I am scared, but at the same time excited, yet worried, and I don’t know if I really am ready to be a mother.

A deep voice broke my angry thoughts for a second “So this is where you have been my little princess…” his eyes stared through me as he spoke “Yes grandfather… why are you here?” I spoke through my teeth trying to keep calm. His eyes finally focused on me when I asked that question “It hurts me you ask such a questions. I came to check on my lovely granddaughter…” his voice faked sincerity.

The day a woman is told that she is pregnant is the day that woman becomes a mom. To most women that title is the best thing that could ever happen to them. Experiencing the joys and fears of a pregnancy isn’t something that can be explained to someone that hasn’t ever been pregnant because there is something so unique and close to the heart that others will not understand. A mothers one and only true prayer for their new bundle of joy is that they are born happy and healthy with ten fingers, ten toes, two eyes, a cute button nose, and a smile to die for. Regrettably some women’s worst fears come true when they go in for an ultrasound of their baby and are told that something could possibly be wrong. What’s next? How do they protect their

As the due date for my period approached and passed, I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be coming this month or any months in the near future. I had no real reason to have this feeling but I could tell something was different so, at two days late, I decided I would take a pregnancy test. After taking it, two lines popped up instantly. Two blue lines told me that my life was about to change. Two solid, blue lines told me I was going to be a mother whether I liked it not. My boyfriend didn’t believe me so instead of spending winter break having fun

To emphasize, she has been prolonged in a hospital for over two months due to critical conditions of her sickness. Though it was excruciating I visited her as much as I was permitted. I knew I had a minimum amount of time to spend with her so I made every possible second count. It was exactly one week and three days before Christmas day when she passed. I planned to give her her present the day of Christmas but was unfortunately unable to. I was in extreme agonizing pain and for this reason I became detached from myself and the world for a half a year, but I knew I couldn't stay this way for the rest of my life so I strived to cope with these traumatizing obstacles which eventually led to become resilient.

At this time we are all sitting around waiting and playing card games. Every five minutes or so asking, “Are you ok? How are you feeling?” I’m feeling fine.” I replied. So we’re all discussing how we can’t wait till he gets here. How we were going to rush to the hospital. They were trying to count the minutes in between my contractions. Finally my mom says, “Lets’ go to the hospital.” At this point if these were the labor pains I was going to experience and this being the first time I didn’t know. I agreed.

Before I could even think the words “NO!” come slipping out. The doctor suggest that I take a week to think about it and come back. I leave the doctors office shaking and crying not knowing what to do or say.I feel stuck like a statue. As I head back to my culinary school I keep getting even more nervous,as I am dreading telling the father of the child that I pregnant. I try to eat lunch but I was to nauseous and nerves us to even eat. Seeing as it was a Friday I planned on telling him before I left for home for the weekend but I ended up getting to scared. So over the weekend I texted him telling him I was pregnant, he denied thinking that I was lying. Until I came back to school on Monday and showed him and he believed me but told me he doesn't want it and I should get an abortion. As I stand thinking maybe I should get an abortion. I look down and realize this is my baby I don't have to. A week goes by I go back to the doctors and I tell the doctor I'm choosing to keep the baby and she walks me through what I should do to keep this baby and me

Shortly after arriving, I went to see my primary care manager to begin the process of fertility treatments; however this process was wrought with difficulty. I would make an appointment but time after time I would have to cancel it for whatever reason. Finally, in July I noticed that I was late but I did not know for sure if I wasn’t pregnant. At the time my husband was getting ready to go to town to pick up a few things so I asked if he would get a pregnancy test; I told him not get excited because I feared it would be negative. So many times I thought I was pregnant only to take the test for it to say I was not. Once my hubby returned home I immediately took the test and within seconds the result showed. I couldn’t believe my eyes, I ran into the living room and asked my husband if he was seeing it as well; he assured me that he also saw the positive sign. To make absolutely sure the test was accurate we went to town and got a test that actually says pregnant or not pregnant. All the way to the store, and back home again I had butterflies and could hardly quit smiling. I was trying as hard as I could not to get my hopes up but it was impossible. Not wanting to wait until morning I went ahead and took one of the tests and sure enough it said PREGNANT in big letters. I ran out of the bathroom and showed my

As almost all of you know, a week ago last Friday night, my daughter - My - who to her friends was a loving, compassionate person, and to her family the daughter I would wish on all parents - one who's attentive and full of life - my twenty-year-old My was taken from us in a tragic car accident.

January 24th, 2015, at 3:32 p.m., I was walking in my doctor’s office for my weekly prenatal appointment. Wobbling towards the front desk to check myself in, the nurses then asked “Any day now, huh?” I giggled and laughed, Yeah, I wish. He don’t want to come, and he’s definitely not trying to come either. Fifteen minutes passed, and my nurse Antonia called my name. Now I’m in my room as the nurse is checking my vitals, she said, “Hmmm your blood pressure is high.” I was perfectly fine until then, but I was more nervous than anything. My pregnancy emotions were taking ahold of me. Next, my doctor came in and asked me how I was doing. I told him I was in pain, but that was an everyday thing as I laughed. They decided to send me upstairs to labor

Briar Rose spent the next several weeks learning more of healing than she'd even brushed upon before the war had broken out.

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.