Creative Writing: Finding Hope

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

She held back the tears and moved in closer, fumbling for Jake’s hand. The touch of his skin was cold—like death and it made her insides churn.

By the end, tears filled her eyes, and she pressed her lips to the parchment.

With a groan and tears in her eyes, Faye nodded as her birth waters broke and cascaded down her legs.

Michael shifted his eyes glancing over at her which caused Angela to recoil in her seat, and when she did a sharp, searing pain erupted in her head that felt like someone was driving a knife through her right eye tunneling for her brain.

"Honey, its time to push. This baby's ready to come out." Full panic began to set in as Lydia tried to refrain from the instinct to begin pushing.

"I'll be okay," she told her best friend, "is that what you want me to say?"

This paper analyzes a labor patient who was scheduled for an induction. Patient Y presented to the maternity unit and was not in active labor. Once in a labor room, Patient Y was connected to electronic fetal monitoring and her induction process was to begin shortly. Her entire birth plan changed rapidly when she was rushed to the operating room for an emergency cesarean section due to non-reassuring fetal heart tones. All aspects of care provided to the patient and her newborn will be explained and analyzed throughout this paper. Upon completion of reading this paper, the reader should have an understanding of the nursing diagnoses, interventions and there effectiveness, and the education the nurse provided to the patient prior to discharge.

“The baby is in good condition: healthy heart rate, height at the seventy-fifth percentile, head circumference of 12 inches, Type O blood. There is one issue to contend with, but will only be an issue in the far future. Do you want to hear it now?” the nurse said professionally,

"Push Carissa", the doctor screamed, as she squeezed her husband's hand. The pain continued to shoot up and down her spine as the doctor pleaded with her to push properly. Her mind raced as the time seemed to stand still and the contractions continued to pierce her body. It was her immediate fear of the current situation that brought her hopeless eyes upon her husband, just bedside of her. "Wow", she thought, "he's a lot stronger than I could have ever imagined". He could see the despair in her face as she loosened her grip on his hand. "We can do this, "let's go", he urged. Reassuring her as he pulled her hand and tightening his grip. "Pain is only temporary", she thought as she scrunched up her face and proceeded to push as hard as she could,

“Ramon is signaling to them: it’s time to go. Pedro and Manuel get up and walk slowly towards him. Their hearts are pounding with hope and fear. To them, this night will either mean a return to their old, hopeless life or the start of a future in a new and unknown story .”

During times of tyranny and oppression, communities spread across the planet often found common solace within the confines of sleep. As mystical visions enveloped their minds, a fair multitude found themselves pondering what prosperity and genuine happiness truly felt like. The very fabric of dreams had always fascinated them because of the seemingly infinite variety of topics and lack of boundaries that made the human mind so freeing in its functioning. To them, the wonderlands within their heads were nothing more than fictional and brimming with false hope for betterment. However, across the torrential ocean, a domineering presence enveloped the surrounding sky and shone brightly with opportunity. The subconscious renderings were no longer

Anna pressed her hand against her belly. The thought of having a child gave her hope—someone to live for.

She held tightly, like she was holding on for dear life, and then she let go, she smiled and she moved on.

Every few seconds her diaphragm clenched, causing her stomach to thrust out and created a high pitched wheeze. The cool exterior air rushed in