Baby-Personal Narrative

A new year had just arrived. I can still picture January in my mind, the mood was sullen and dark, I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but now I know that was the best feeling I‘d ever had. I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best. Then, I realized there was an obstacle in my way. I knew I needed to make a decision on whether or not keeping my pregnancy, it sounds rough, but it was definitive. I did not want to miss school, so I was definitely not taking this to the last term. I just could not think of myself being prostrated in bed for so long, as an impediment to start school. Never, nothing would

Ellexia McCredie 3A Mrs.Hayes Baby Think It Over Paper 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

INFANCY: Birth to 18 months 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.

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.

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.

To the woman who birthed me, Hey Nandi, just letting you know that you're a really amazing person. Honestly you're a unique person there is no other person I could meet on the planet that could out weight your personality. I've decided that since the day I was born, BAM, mother-child bond. You've always been a strong woman you've done everything from working two jobs, to go our every school events, and handling our family problems. You're extremely happy even in bad situations and your not afraid to show us discipline that has an impact. You're a woman of few words but when you do open your mouth something extraordinary comes out. You fight for us, love us, your kind to all people, help raise strong people by putting reality in front of us since we were little. The most valuable lesson you've taught me so far is, life's going to be extremely difficult at times but you have to be strong, because you are strong, you can fight, and if you go down swinging better make worth your while. Couldn't ask for a better woman in my life.

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

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

What does it mean to be a parent? Being a parent means putting the well-being of your family and baby's safety first at all times, and making sure that no one will harm them. In addition, it means to love unconditionally and helping your kids grow to become respectful members

What does it mean to be a child? My life as a child started when I was born on August 26,1999 in Macon GA but, Juliette was where I grew up, and where my heart belongs. (I wasn’t a planned baby). I was the youngest out of three kids my brother, then my sister. I was an early baby so my Parents still didn’t have a name picked out for me. They decided on Makenna from God knows where but my middle name came from my mom’s best friend Leigh.

It’s August 13, 1975. Mom left the house 2 days ago, and she came back today with a new baby. He doesn’t look like a newborn, he has none of my parents features, and well he looks kind of weird. But, I guess I have really never seen a newborn

Tick, tick, tick, was the sound I heard. As I reach over to the night stand that is on my side I swipe my smart phone to dismiss the 4:15am alarm that wakes me up every morning. I lay there allowing my body to wake up and I pray and thank God for another day, for life, health and strength. I thank you for allowing me to do today what some people are begging you to allow them to do today. I strength my body out while still lying in bed. Justin, shifts his body and his face and chest is now facing the door. I sit up on the edge of the bed then looks over my right shoulder, I hear him snoring and thought. He truly has no remorse for what he has done. He hasn’t lost any sleep and he still keeps his phone close to him. I wouldn’t be surprised

There are many subcultures that I consider myself a member of. Everything from Hip Hop culture, to regional, sports, and theater culture. However, there is one area that consists of countless members all over the world who share common phobias, beliefs, behaviors, and attitudes. That subculture is the world of parenting. When I became a parent my views on many things changed. Things like; television programming, to finances and time management. Someone speeding in my neighborhood did not have the same effect on me as it does now that I am a parent. Moreover, the mindset of a parent is one that is rarely understood by non-parents. For instance, when my son was born I felt a sense of overwhelming fear and an undying need to provide protection

Little 4-year-old Mia, was having a tea party on her front lawn on a warm July night. Her black pigtails wagged as she was playing with her stuffed animals on her soft baby pink blanket. Her dark brown amber eyes stared at the beautiful sunset glowing over the lake that her house sits on, it was peaceful and quiet. You could only here the birds chirping. It was like a scene from a movie.

The back seat, 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