Baby Narrative

They took me to a room in the hospital to start an IV and blood work. I was terrified of needles, so this was a very difficult process. They ended up having to get multiple people to hold me down and get two IV’s. After they drew blood, the doctor came in and told me that I have Type One Diabetes, and I was in diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA). Because of that, they had to send me over the mountain to another hospital because they didn’t have a pediatric endocrinologist at the hospital I was at. I was scared; the only diabetes I knew was my grandpa’s diabetes, and I still didn’t know what that was. All I could think was “Am I going to die?” and “What’s going to happen to me?” I had so many questions, but I had to wait until we got to the other hospital, which was an hour drive. They, of

I woke up startled and didn’t know where I was. I had an IV in my arm and my parents were staring at me. The doctor came in

I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

I could feel the blood pounding in my chest. Blackness crept into the fringes of my vision. My voice was hoarse from screaming; I didn’t remember screaming though.

Have you ever walked down that white tile floor that reeked of bleach, with a bouquet of roses and daisies, all tied into one? Well, I have. My brother was in a small hospital room for a little over a week, trying to recover from a car accident with a minor concussion. I remember standing close by my dad as we went into the huge elevator filled with people. I slowly made my way to the far right corner and waited till our stop. As the elevator ringed, we snuck out of the crowd of people and turned the corner. I knocked on the door. The door slowly squeaked opened with a nurse on the other end. I look over to the bed; my brother had needles and wires stuck into him like a pincushion. But yet, he still managed to get some sleep. I set the box of chocolates on the table beside him, and then set my own self onto the small, unpleasing couch. Trying to get comfortable, I

I was an only child for six years. I basked in the glory of my parents’ attention. One day my mother interrupted my enthralling game of Polly Pocket’s to inform me that we were going to adopt a baby. I had no idea what that meant, but boasted about it on the playground anyway. For a while after this news, our lives were pretty uneventful; a baby didn’t suddenly appear in our house, and I wasn’t a big sister. This changed suddenly, my mother received a call from an adoption agency that informed her of a soon-to-be mother who thought we were the perfect fit. My parents were elated, yet frantic; they had received the news nine days before the child’s due date and hadn’t begun the required paperwork yet. This late notice was followed by even later nights. I

It was a Thursday night at around 12 P.M. when I finally fell asleep I was nervous because the next day I was getting my wisdom teeth cut out. My dad woke me up a 5 A.M. to get me some chicken broth because I couldn't eat or drink anything after 6 A.M. I went to school tired and hungry but I lived through it. After school I went home for about 40 minutes waiting for my mom the get home to take me to get my wisdom teeth cut out. When we got to the place we had to wait about 20 minutes and then they called my name. They brought me into a room and sat me down talked to my mom and I for a couple minutes and then they put an I.V into my arm and put me to sleep. When I woke up there was a woman there that told me to sit in the chair she had in front

During my two pregnancies, BabyCenter L.L.C. has been a frequently surfed guide for my children's developmental milestones. Referring to the site and zealously studying the information served as a litmus test for personal successes of parenting, in addition to my index of "expertise" for engaging in educating conversations with my pediatrician. Currently, my younger son is six-years-old. As a first grader, his teacher requires him to know his age and birth date. However, a favorable assessment considers more than the month and day; he must have knowledge of his birth year also. Therefore, my son's inability to communicate those details would alarm his teacher that he has not reached a crucial milestone in his development. Correspondingly, I

I went into the hospital room with my mother, got undressed, and changed into a hospital gown. A woman came into the room to put an IV into my arm, then I turned on the Food Network on the hospital TV. A few doctors came into the room, asking for my name, birthdate, and other questions for identification purposes. Later, my two aunts came into the room. A few minutes later, my surgeon walked in as well to tell me that she’d come back in about twenty minutes to wheel me away to the operating table. This made it even more surreal and made me even more anxious.

I was so out of it I turn to the ambulance personnel and said, “Y’all smell like cotton candy.” A dark and bumpy ride to the new hospital resulted in even more waiting, when we arrived my room wasn’t ready yet. Several different Doctors and nurses swarmed me like click work all asking the exact same questions in different forms until it was time for me to get prepped for surgery- surprisingly I was not nervous at all. The last thing I remember before anesthesia flew me away to dream land was music being turned on and talking about how I did my nails. When I woke up the first thing I asked for was water it felt like I swallowed the entire Dead Sea. I remember feeling so upset because the nurse who was with me during recovery kept on saying I had too wait. My grandmother had bought me a large smoothie from Smoothie King which instantly brighten the inconvenient situation. Even though it all happened so fast it is an experience that I will never in my entire life

When I got back to the surgery room I was talking to the doctors as they were putting my epidural in my back. Then after they got that in all I remember is seeing all these doctors looking down on me waiting for me to fall asleep. What they were doing during surgery was they are going to move all my intestines around and take my appendix out. The are going to more my large intestines to one side and my small intestines to the other and the reason why they are going to take my appendix out was because if I were to have my appendix burst they would never know because my appendix would have been in the wrong spot. When the surgery was over I stayed 8 more days so that they could watch me and make sure everything was going ok. 2 days after surgery they had taken my epidural out and oh my I was in so much pain because I could actually feel things. Like they weren't numb anymore. Anyway after those 8 days were up and I had gotten to go home. When I got home, I wasn't allowed to go to school for a month because I couldn't walk much. So my mom took off work as much as she could so that she

My parents would describe infant me as adventurous,happy,full of energy. When I was younger I had a habit of crawling out of the crib and opening doors and my have tried to invite the mail man in a few times. When I was just learning to walk I would always open the front door when the mailman came or when my grandma thought I had ran away because I had opened multiple doors in the house and later found me playing in the backyard and later would by door knob locks to keep me from opening the doors, I believe I may have been 3 or 4 years old at the time. My favorite stuffed animal was this light brown monkey with a darker face, brown marble eyes that my mom had gotten me when she took me to the Toledo zoo when I was 4 years old I used to take

How my parents, both coming from relatively average families, have been able to function in the chaos that is brought by five kids, four boys and one girl (the youngest of which being four-year-old twin whirlwinds), has always been a marvel that I have looked up to. However, towards the end of February, last school year, my dad had to move from Keller to Austin to start his new job, leaving my mom and me, the oldest, in charge of holding the house together, until the rest of us would move in July; during this time, I got a five month taste of the eighteen (possibly thirty-four with today’s standards) years of parenthood.

Perhaps I remember some second of a moment but it felt as though that memory was just a piece of some dream, already forgotten as soon as you wake up. When I finally came back to myself there was gauze on the crook of my elbow and I was crying. The assistant put gauze in my mouth and wiped away any blood dribbling down my chin as my mother walked into the room. I remember wanting to tell er that the surgery really wasn't that bad but I couldn't due to my numb jaw and gauze filled mouth. She said something about patients sometimes becoming emotional while still under the effects of the drug. My mom handed me my iPod and I took a picture of myself to look at later. The nurse then took the patches off my chest and detached me from the heart monitor.