Baby-Personal Narrative

Let me tell you, leaving a baby gate open when there is a toddler in the house is not a good idea. Somehow, someway, a toddler falling down stairs can turn out good in the long run. I know that makes like zero sense but, it will all come together.

My mom got me my very first dog when I was seven. As a seven year old you can only imagine my excitement, but I had to contain myself or my mom would get mad all I wanted to do was talk about my new puppy. Instead I bounced my leg and hummed the whole way there. Once I saw him I knew he was the one. I had a hard time finding the name for my new puppy, my brother, Jacob, was the one who suggested the name Kooter as a joke, but to his surprise I loved it and ever since his name changed from Baby to Kooter. There are times when Kooter gets on my nerves, but I try not to yell at him. I do this because I know my time is short with him and I don't want him to remember me as a mean and high stress owner. I've had Kooter for ten years that makes

There were many emotions that I experienced throughout the time that I had the baby. One among many was not anger but almost a despise of the fake baby. I did not think that taking the baby would be really as bad as it was, this being in the way that I was so strung out over this tiny machine making noise and others making a big deal out of it just adding to the stress. Also there were several points in this time that between my tiredness and my anger I was having mental collapses, crying, panicking, anxiety, these were things like me waiting for the baby to cry and then when it wouldn stop I would have to hold myself back or I felt like I was about to snap.

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

Not even close. It was the weekend. I was lucky enough to get to spend the weekend at my best friend’s house. She was a little more street smart than I was at that age, or at least she gave the impression that she had been around a while. Her parents were much more lenient than mine, and I really enjoyed her company. She and I concocted a plan for later that evening. As soon as her parents went to bed, we unlocked the back door and went back into her room. After we were pretty sure her parents were asleep, we climbed out her bedroom window to begin an adventure known as growing up. Freedom at last, at least for a few hours. We lived in a small town outside of Chicago, which had not yet been touched by crime. We weren’t afraid to walk the streets at night, how naïve. I remember the blue Ford Galaxy that pulled up to the curb, windows rolled down. Did we want to go for a ride? Well, of course we did. That was the reason we crawled out that bedroom window in the first place. Two guys in a nice ride, why not? We were ready to be teenagers and do the things teenagers do. I wasn’t really sure what that was, yet, but I was ready to learn. My friend Vicky jumped in the front seat, and I jumped in the backseat with the best looking guy I’d ever seen. It was love at first sight. We never did give them our real names. Chances are they didn’t give us their real names either. It was scary and exciting to be

I remember the day like it was yesterday. I just had got off the bus and I looked at my phone I saw I had 20 text and 8 missed call. I was wondering why I had so many text and calls before I could even look at them.

For the first parent interview, I interviewed my friend Randy. The interview took place in the living room of my house. His daughter was present but was playing with my sister at the time of the interview. Randy is the father of a toddler girl who is three years old but will turn four soon. Randy was born in 1992, he is not married but is cohabiting with the mother of the child and his parents’ home. In addition, Randy works for a medical supplies company and has only completed high school. Moreover, when he had his first child and only child, he was 21 years old.

Since birth, my life has been very hard to understand but I've always been very open to whoever wants to know about it. On January 13, 2003 I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma. My parents were Anita Gomez and Billy hunt. I then moved to Georgia a while later, and then made my way to Calhoun.

Preschool was really cool I made a few friends I remembered their faces but not too many memories. One thing that stood out was when I had to get my mouth washed out with soap it was the worst thing ever I can still the taste of the soap as I type this, yuck. Cleaned my mouth up literally and figuratively. I can remember graduation from preschool I was super excited but I think my mother was much more excited than I. She was so happy and smiling so big I can tell she was proud of me to this day she has that same feeling as I accomplish things in my life now.

I remember when I decided to exclusively pump for my son. I had struggled with nursing him in the three weeks since he’d been born, and we’d been going to the doctor every few days for a weight check, because he still wasn’t back up to his birth weight.

This may seem fake, but i promise you this isn't a myth, i know why, because it happened to me. It was my turn for carpool so my mom and I picked up my friends Ally,Victoria, And Eliza. We put all of our saddles, helmets, and gear in the back of the car and headed to the stables.

My life before I had a baby was considered my own. I was laid back and pretty much worry free. When I wanted to go somewhere, I would just get up and go. I could stay out as long as I wanted to. If I wanted to get crazy with my friends, I could. My friends where always around and we were going here and there constantly. I didn’t answer to anyone but me. All I had to worry about was what I wanted and needed. My life was mine and mine only. My time was mine and only mine. Everything revolved around my feelings and me. I know I sound selfish but I think everyone is at that age. Before Austin came, if I wanted to sleep late or just lay around the house in my pajamas I could. I have found that when a bay comes along, that your life is not yours

A few days passed by and I had finally pumped myself up to tell Lester that it was time for Imani to go. I felt bad because I was only trying to get rid of her so Shay and I could have intense sex and of course because of the relationship that the two of them had developed. Since it was Saturday, Shay and Imani were gone to get their weekly pedicures. They didn't even ask me if I wanted to go. I felt like a third wheel that they'd forgot about.

A long time ago, in about 2004, I was born to two drug and alcohol addicts. We lived in Plano, Texas, in a disgusting apartment. We had cat and dog feces everywhere, and overall it wasn’t the best environment to raise a child in. But when I was about four and a half, my mother put me up for adoption without telling me. I ended up being adopted by my aunt and uncle, but although being four and a half, I will always remember that day vividly, because that was the first day I had experienced real love.

During the second trimester is when my mother Donna, found out that she was pregnant with me. One morning she got out of the bed doing her normal routine and went to use the restroom where she then passed out on the bathroom floor. My father Patrick, rushed her to Florida memorial hospital in Miami dade county. She said that she woke up and Dr. Joeseph walked into the room, and told her that she was dehydrated and not getting taking in enough iron. Dr. Joseph then proceeded to include, as he handed her an ultra sound picture that she was thirteen weeks pregnant with me. She was in shock, because she said that she always knew when she was pregnant from having two pregancies prior to me there was always a sign but this time it wasn't because she was still having a menstral cycle.