As I am on a gurney being rushed to the operating room, my heart is racing and I'm scared to death. Just moments before the doctor was in my hospital room telling me, “Things don’t look good, we are taking you to the OR, your blood work and vitals are not good. If I don’t take the baby now you could die!” Everything flashes before me, I panic. Some of my family wasn’t here yet and my baby may not survive. Several days before this I was sitting in my doctor’s office for a routine prenatal visit, when my blood pressure is through the roof, I have blood in my urine, and water retention. I have been diagnosed with Preeclampsia. He informs me, “Go across the street to the hospital, you will stay until you have the baby.” I am shocked and scared, not to mention it’s only February, my due date is not until the end of May. I am admitted and plan on spending several months in the hospital. I am on complete bed rest, hooked up to monitors, poked for blood and given steroid shots to help the baby’s lungs develop. Days go by so slow, not much to do but read, play games, and lay in this uncomfortable bed. Nurses give me videos that discuss parenting, newborns, and preemies. Before this I did not know what a preemie was. And honestly I thought I had months before I became a parent, oh boy was I wrong. Twenty-four hours a day, nurses come in and out, they draw blood, check my vitals and give me shots in my abdomen. The doctor comes once a day and goes over my health,
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Every time I look at this picture the very same day I seen this ultrasound plays in my head over and over again. So during the month of December my husband and I found out that we were expecting our first child. Although, we knew that we were young and this meant that some things would have to be put on hold we were very excited. I went to my second doctor's appointment on January 3rd, 2017 I found out that I miscarried my baby. This had to be the worst news I have ever received of all of my 18 years of living. I was distraught. I was stressing myself out day in and day out because I was thinking of ways that I could have prevented this from happening. Though there was nothing I could do. This was definitely a challenge for me because my mind
‘I don’t want to lose her,’ I kept repeating in my head trying to look strong for her. I was trying to not show how scared I was, trying to stop bursting into tears the second I saw her in the state she was. She was so weak and there was nothing I could do to help, except stay out of the doctor’s way. There were nurses and doctors rushing around and giving me a strange look until realization dawned on them. I was at the hospital with my mom around 10 at night, in my pajamas, wondering what was going to happen to her and if she was going to be okay.
While I was in the recovery room, my surgeon came in and told my boyfriend and I that the fetus had grown to the point where my tube ripped so they had to remove my left fallopian tube completely. My first thought was my baby and why this had to happen to me. Everything happened so fast that I didn’t know how to process all of it. It was hard to know that I was pregnant one moment and then the next having that amazing feeling getting ripped away from me. A couple hours later I was finally able to go home and rest. As days go on I think about all the things that happened to me in that short period of time. I didn’t know what an ectopic pregnancy was until that day.
On August 1, 2002, I, Kathryn Grace Bach, was born into this world. My parents arrived at Doylestown hospital at 8:30am. It was a hot, humid day in August. The temperature was already a staggering 82 degrees Fahrenheit. My mother came into the hospital wearing shorts and a T-shirt with her waving brown locks cascading down her shoulders. The doctors helped settle my mother in while I was quickly approaching. Unfortunately, my mother was unable to give birth to me naturally, so the doctors had to perform a C-section. After I was officially born at 9:30am, the doctors were unable to stop the bleeding from my mothers C-section cut. She has a low platelet level, which means her body couldn't form enough clots to stop the bleeding. They immediately
On September 6, 2017, I were documented for an incident that involved a University Housing policy violation. I was charged with violating the University Housing Alcohol 1.2 policy. With my violation, came consequences. I met with The Residence Conduct Coordinator to discuss my actions and came to the conclusion that I would have to schedule a meeting with The Campus Alcohol and Drug Education Center (CADEC) and with that, a reflection paper.
Hello my precious unborn child. I am not really sure where to begin. The doctor is saying that I might not make it through this pregnancy but they will make sure you live to see this crazy world that we live in. I want to make sure that you understand your history and where you come from!
My insurance company doesn’t open until 8 and while I knew for a fact that Tubal Ligations were covered, I was worried that maybe the hospital wasn’t in my plan. I tell Michelle, that I would like to wait until 8 to call my insurance. She understands. At 8 am, I am dialing my insurance company when Michelle calls me up to the desk. She informs me that Dr. Gutierrez says she was already expecting me up there and since I am not she is canceling the surgery and leaving because she is very busy. I stammer that my surgery is scheduled for 9:30. Michelle shrugs. At this moment I experience a full anxiety attack. I tell her I would be back and try to collect myself. As my husband assists me with breathing exercises, I finally compose myself to call my insurance.
Even if that hand is clammy, and slightly shaky. Our lives are in mist of change. Here we are before. Two dependent free adults, about to become- parents. We try to make small talk. The doctor has made the incision. There is the sensation of tugging, pulling, and yanking of my body. I read about this, even numb there is some feeling. Although no pain, thankfully. The table is being manipulated to shift to the doctor’s will. In the process I am getting nauseous, I haven’t eaten in over 12 hours and it’s a common reaction to the anesthesia. I ask for a basin, just in case. My OB, well not really my OB, I didn’t even know this man from Adam last week. He is the backup OB to the midwife group I have been seeing for care. We had planned for a home birth, a section wasn’t even on the table two weeks ago. But here I am. Nauseous laying helpless on an operating room table while the OB speaks to the student surgeon about his father’s funeral he attended over the weekend in New Orleans. I am having my first baby, in this moment, and the man pulling her from my body is speaking of death. I try not to hear him. I am watching the clock on the wall. I speak to Matthew. I ask if he can see her
On January 3rd, 2008 a very cold winter day my water bag broke as I grab my bags and get ready to head to the hospital with so many mixed emotions happy,scared, sad and overwhelmed as we arrive at Cypress hospital in Houston,Tx at 9:30 am they quickly give us a room in the labor and delivery as we wait for our son to enter the world hours pass by and still nothing no baby almost 10 hours of waiting for our son his heart rate was dropping Dr.Castillo came in to inform us that I was needing an emergency c-section to get the baby out as soon as possible as we prepare to go into surgery a nurse walk in to give me anaesthesia and procedures that will happen during surgery I'm filled with so much nerves of the unknown praying my son comes out fine
I end up getting what doctors call a Bartholin’s Cyst in a very uncomfortable place. I end up in the hospital have emergency surgery right away no questions asked I had to get it removed. So I go on with my pregnancy as normal Jiovanni’s heart beat is strong he’s showing off in the sonograms striking a pose. He’s absolutely perfect. At this point I’m thinking this is going to be a piece of cake we are almost ready to meet him. But little did I know that maybe my son wouldn’t make it. One day I’m at home babysitting like I had done every day that summer when all of the sudden I’m throwing up fever chills within minutes. Back to the hospital we go they rush me to the back room, are listening for Jiovanni’s heartbeat. Then I hear his heart beat is dropping prep mom for surgery. Little did I know the cyst that I had removed months before was not fully removed and was now infected. Long story short had another surgery but Jiovanni was not ready to meet the
In April of last year, I experienced the worst panic attack of my life; all feeling left my body and I felt as if I was already gone. My mom rushed me to the ER, where I was told to visit a cardiologist. When I went to the cardiologist, one of the nurses performed an echocardiogram on me. She was focused on the screen, not realizing that the jelly on my chest was dry until the device no longer moved smoothly; this is how I knew something was wrong. I later found out that my blood was mixing because one of my heart vessels, which was supposed to close days after birth, was still open. The cardiologist said that I needed to have surgery, and I was
The day finally came, I went with my son around noon to the appointment, and I remember I was four months pregnant with my baby girl. The nurse called us back to the room and we waited for the doctor, once the doctor step a foot in the office my heart dropped. As a mom I had a feeling that something was wrong. The doctor’s words were
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.
Mother: I have a case of moderate arthritis from playing tennis and gardening, so my doctors were concerned about my body's ability to carry the pregnancy to full term and handle the full ordeal of the delivery. The birth of our child took a long time. I was in labor for nearly four days. We hired a lovely midwife who has specialized knowledge in handling special births, but after the second day, we decided to load me up in the car and head for the hospital. It was frightening, I suppose, but I also felt a clarity of purpose. I really wanted this baby and I knew that the baby's best chance and my best chance for survival was for me to stay calm and coherent as possible, for the sake of my family.
Over the course of the semester, I have been fortunate enough to work with a student who is having difficulties when it comes to reading. My student does not have difficulties when it comes to hearing a word, but rather when he sees a word. My student has definitely benefited from one on one work with me as well as the additional help he’s getting from the reading specialist during their WIN (what I need) time. My student does not like to read because he knows that he is struggling and he is embarrassed about it. When my student goes to his WIN time, he does really well because the instruction is at his level and there are only two other students who are also on the same level there as well. Besides the current intervention, programs I would recommend are Direct Instruction: Reading Mastery, Letter Spacing, Wilson Reading System and the Lindamood program (LiPS).