Creative Writing: The Baby That Changed Rhonda's Life

Amelia, a third-year medical student who is doing her obstetrics and gynecology rotation is spending her day in an abortion clinic. After seeing several patients and observing procedures, Dr. K hands Amelia a chart. The chart contains background information on Victoria as well as a list

This book has an introduction, a total of 20 chapters, and a conclusion. King organizes her book by expressing how her daughter, Josie, passed away at age four due to a hospital error. She then gives contextual information about the family in the following chapter, leading up to when Josie was first taken to the hospital, and how Josie’s passing enabled King to revolutionize the healthcare industry regarding patient care. King narrates the novel in first person, and reveals her experience in a chronological order.

It’s her first time finding out the gender of her unborn child. There’s a bundle of emotions in the patients body, waiting for the sonographer to apply the cold gel on the soon to be mothers belly. Then a couple of months past and the mother doesn’t feel good. She then goes to the hospital to find out what’s wrong. As the Ultrasound Technician, also known as a UT, gets ready for the procedure the patient wonders what is happening, is she okay? Is the baby okay? The UT isn’t finding a heart beat, she then realizes what is happening. Having to face a soon to be mother and tell her that her child no longer has a heart beat must be one of the most horrific things to do as a UT. Therefore

Bringing life into this world through child birth can be a beautiful, yet scary experience. While I was reading this article, I began reminiscing about my past pregnancies and experiences with child birth. Elizabeth Rourke was expecting her first child and had envisioned exactly how she wanted her labor and delivery to go. I too had many expectations of what I thought labor and delivery would be. How it exactly happened was an entirely different story. After her delivery by cesarean, Elizabeth felt deprived and like a failure. I had also had a similar experience during my first labor and delivery. “The Score” tells the story of Elizabeth Rourke’s child birthing experience, the history of delivery complications and the interventions and inventions used, and lastly how those interventions and inventions gave birth to modern medicine which we know today as obstetrics.

In the United States giving birth has become medicalized and it is because the medical community has convinced women that having a baby in a medical facility is mandatory and better for the baby. Medial birth is not natural birth. The American populace is uneducated about the natural process of labor. The overwhelming amount of women having babies in hospitals is unique to the United States. Most other nations including first world nations, women give birth in the presence of midwives rather than a doctor. According to experts documented in the film, “The United States has the second worst newborn death rate in the developed world.” Also “The US has one of the highest maternal mortality rates among all industrializes countries.” The makers of this film link those fact with the common practice of hospital birthing. According to the film makers, Doctors should only be used in high risk pregnancy and births.

As discussed in For the Love of Babies, Joanna was admitted to the delivery unit at thirty-seven weeks’ gestation (Hall, 2011). Her daughter, Samantha, was diagnosed with anencephaly. Although the family known of their daughter’s diagnosis, adequate education on the process of the condition was lacking. In the family’s initial interview with Dr. Hall, Joanna had stated that she believed that the fatal diagnosis was due to a lack in folic acid intake. Shortly thereafter, Joanna gave birth to her daughter. The entire family had taken part of the delivery, along with a photographer and a priest. Dr. Hall remained with the family until Samantha had passed, assisted the family in giving her a bath, and comforted the family as they grieved the loss of their daughter.

My work day began the night before my shift started, as I received an email from my supervisor and was pleased to see my favorite patients on my list. Anna was scheduled first on my itinerary. She had become a quadriplegic after a serious fall down a flight of steps. Next was Mr. William, who was dying of a brain tumor. This man had the best attitude towards life, and always kept me laughing. My last patient of the day was Mrs. Patsy. She was very dear to my heart, and I had grown very close to the family, because I had been seeing her for over six months. Every time I walked into Mrs. Patsy house, she wanted an update and recent pictures of my children. It is unusual to have everyone agree on the scheduled time, but this warm summer evening was the exception. Tomorrow’s schedule was looking great and I was ready to get some rest.

Walking down the bright, white hallways gave the same feeling of walking through a maze because everything looked the same. Lingering in the air was the ever present lemon like scent that originated from the massive amount of cleaning wipes the hospital uses. Everything was clean and clear. I got it! I walked at a faster pace as I finally remembered where the department was. I rounded a corner and gave a relieved sigh as I spotted the bright green sign that read “Obstetrics” above a pair of wooden double doors. I reached for the tan colored telephone that was adjacent to the double doors.

It was an ordinary winter day in the city of Lynn, Massachusetts. As people headed to work and school they looked forward to the adventures the weekend would bring the next day. However, not so far away, Henry Rosario and his wife, Wendy Contreras, waited anxiously in their apartment knowing that the moment that would change their lives forever was near. “As my first daughter it was very painful, scary, and anxious” (Contreras interview). After waiting for what seemed like forever, they decided to go to Salem Hospital. Once they arrived, however, they were told by the doctor that she was not was not ready to deliver yet and was sent back home. At home, Wendy paced around the living room in agony waiting for the moment to come so she could get

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

Mary Ann Henley age 20, a light skinned African American female with bright red hair, is carrying an extra 30 pounds because she’s pregnant with her second child. The year is 1989 in Birmingham, Alabama on a cool early autumn Sunday morning in October; she snaps awakes from sharp contractions. Mary sits up on the headboard on her queen size bed; in her one bedroom apartment contemplating what to do. Her contractions were too far apart to head straight to the doctor. So, she called her older sister Doris, who left work to pick up her sister. Meanwhile, Mary called her doctor who insisted that she come in to the hospital. While speaking to her doctor her a pop sound, but before she could reach the bathroom her water broke in the hallway.

She was evicted from her income based three bedroom home due to falling behind on her rent. With nowhere to go, her husband (a convicted felon) who was recently released from jail moved his pregnant wife and kids into his mother’s home. His mother’s home did not have any additional space to share. There are four adults and six children in the house with a seventh on the way. With limited space in the refrigerator, Gloria has to hide food in her bedroom to ensure others do not eat her kid’s food. Moving to a different area in the city made it difficult to get her children back and forth to school. Noticing the enormous amount of school the children had missed the Department of Services for Children, Youth and Their Families (DSCYF) was notified in order to open an investigation. The investigation added additional stress to the already strained marriage, financial issues, housing circumstances and the pregnancy. Gloria was already dealing with too much. The pressure of everything was overwhelming. At twenty-seven weeks pregnant, Gloria begins cramping and spotting blood. She alerts her husband who was in the bed. Concerned she needs to be seen by a doctor; she walks several miles and then takes public transportation to the hospital. She is examined and quickly rushed into emergency surgery. With no time to get medicated a caesarean section is preformed to deliver her baby who was in

Standing almost six feet tall, she walks down the looming white halls of the hospital, her lithe-framed body softly oscillating.. Wendi Briseno combs her thin fingers through her medium-length pale brown hair; a breath of warm air sweeps from between her lips. Lives are saved by the hour because of her, and the wellbeing of many is enhanced due to her imminent solicitude. As she thinks of her contribution to the vigor of many, a smile stretches across her face, and her shiny braces become evident. Lightly applied makeup is smudged as she gently prods at her ice blue eyes. A long hallway lay before her, and her eyes trail along this hallway. Eventually, they discover her destination: the break room.

A blue house, red shutters, and a white picket fence with a border collie. Three kids are running around in the front lawn up on a hilltop. That is what the American dream is right? The American dream is truly in the eye of the beholder. One might think that the American dream is an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, but others might want the smell of fresh cut grass in a small suburb. It’s whatever the person who is working for it wants it to be. As we can see in the play, all of the main characters might be striving for an American dream, but none of them are striving for their same American dream.

Trey pulled aside the white curtain, let a ray of sunlight dropping in his bedroom, a spatial room with gray walls, ornamented with his misty and cloudy sky floor to ceiling painting.