Creative Writing: The Baby That Changed Rhonda's Life

During Rice’s childhood her mother had become ill. She had developed a bronchial infection. Rice’s father rushing to find her care, asked a white male colleague, Dr. Clay Sheffield who he would recommend. That saturday her family visited Dr. Carmichael. The wait was long and the conditions of the building were dingy. When the doctor finally saw her he told her to come back next week. They went back the following Saturday. They were escorted into

Imagine, you just had a child and your husband got a new house. A huge house and you can’t wait to move in. The house is gorgeous and you want a bedroom with large windows, but instead your husband outs you in a room where the bed is nailed to the floor and there are bars on the windows. This is how the wife must have felt in this story, she must have been so confused but since it was her husband, the doctor, she went with it.

The emergency legislation that was passed within days of President Franklin Roosevelt taking office in March 1933 was just the start of the process to restore confidence in the banking system. Congress saw the need for substantial reform of the banking system, which eventually came in the Banking Act of 1933, or the Glass-Steagall Act. The bill was designed “to provide for the safer and more effective use of the assets of banks, to regulate interbank control, to prevent the undue diversion of funds into speculative operations, and for other purposes.” The measure was sponsored by Sen. Carter Glass (D-VA) and Rep. Henry Steagall (D-AL). Glass, a former Treasury secretary, was the primary force behind the act. Steagall, then chairman of the House Banking and Currency Committee, agreed to support the act with Glass after an amendment was added to permit bank deposit insurance.1 On June 16, 1933, President Roosevelt signed the bill into law. Glass originally introduced his banking reform bill in January 1932. It received extensive critiques and comments from bankers, economists, and the Federal Reserve Board. It passed the Senate in February 1932, but the House adjourned before coming to a decision. It was one of the most widely discussed and debated legislative initiatives in 1932.

I wandered throughout the hospital hallways. An unfamiliar place to me, thus I began to explore. It was 9 am and some patients had already lined up to see their physicians. I was shadowing Dr. Waterman, a family medicine resident. I followed her on the morning patient rounds, she would introduce me to her patients, asking for their permission for me to observe. As the shadow, I tried to remain imperceptible but observant. That day, I got exposed to different medical disciplines. In one case was an 83-year-old Caucasian female with dementia. She had come with her two children who broke down in tears when she couldn’t even remember who they were. Dr. Waterman’s response transcended beyond patient care and got families involved. She would report

It is 7:11 on Friday night, the first of March 1996, in room 112 of Mercy Hospital in Portland, Maine. Married couple, Chris and Veronica Meserve of Steep Falls, Maine are welcoming their second daughter into the world, Shawna Irene Meserve. She will grow to be a physically and developmentally healthy being because of, among many factors such as her genetics, the circumstances and significant relationships surrounding her birth. Starting at the beginning of Shawna’s parents’ relationship, these circumstances and significant relationships surrounding this infant’s birth will be highlighted and analyzed to determine how they may have affected her very early development.

Droplets rippled the newly formed puddle, a flurry of mist skimmed down the canvas umbrella as the Bessons reached the steps… and still, he watched. Hands grappled at her arms pulling her urgently into Delivery Room A. Hours later the couple beam over their newborns. “What about names?”, inquired the nurse, “ Eugene after his grandfather, and Myra after my mother.” she replied as the Bessons became locked in each others gaze. The moment was perfect… and still, he watched. The young babies’ hospital stay was prolonged a short while by cause of a small sickness… and he planned. As their time tallied to nearly a week, he took action. Moving swiftly under the dimness of the hour the figure swept in and out of the hospital in a premeditated

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

(Schwartz 2). This interaction between the nurse and the patient’s mother is something that some people don’t get to hear about. This incident reveals that the nurses undergo as much as emotionally turmoil or frustration as the patient’s family members. Likewise, the author emphasizes that nurses are just human beings too and although they try to uplift the patient’s family in times of desperation, they also are just as involved in the patient’s life. Also seen in,“The Haunting”, the ER nurse gives some insightful learning experience.

Grey lights filled the already cold room. The constant beeps and clicks from the machines against the wall scraped away at the silence that hardened the air. Every once in a while the beeps would get faster, and then fall back down to a steady, rhythmic pace. A small, frail girl lay motionless in the center of a white hospital bed. Her mouth propped slightly open with various tubes running down her throat, and hands connected to the machines through an elaborate arrangement of cords and needles. The warmth had already escaped her body, and to the touch, she was just as cold as the room. Curled up tightly in a chair next to her, I sat patiently and held her cold hand, as I spoke softly into her ear. I never thought I would have ended up here, in a small room with my mom, next to the body of my dying grandma. But I was.

She had taken up yoga and was still seeing her therapist. She met a man in her yoga class named John and started seeing him. John knew of Kay’s past and was always there for her if she ever had an anxiety attack. John made her feel human again. As time went on the two became engaged and married soon after. Kay gave birth to twin boys and named them George and Michael. As the young woman’s anxiety cleared the scars from war and the stress from the attacks was lifted from her. She also stayed in Little Creek and became the head nurse at Little Creek Family Practice. She grew old with the people she loved and the life she dreamed. Kay Griffin lived an adventurous, brave, thrilling, love-filled life. She had finally reached her dreams and always remembered to put others needs before her own. Even if that meant giving up her life to dedicate it to

Sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, 7-year-old me swung my feet back and forth under the generic, time-worn furniture and anxiously wrung my sweaty palms. I’d been to the doctor’s before, but with each returning yearly visit the dread that sunk to the bottom of my gut never shrunk. “Jillianne Carrasco?” The nurse called. My stomach turned. I began to shoot my mother a pleading look, but she wasted no time in grabbing my hand and leading me to the smiling nurse waiting at the door, and we both followed her through the pasty white halls to a customary exam room. The nurse closed the door behind us and asked me to take a seat on the crinkly tissue paper cot. She smiled warmly, likely taking note of my nervous breathing and shaky hands.

The day was November 9th, 1996. It was the first snowfall of the year and the powdery substance frosted the chilled ground. An anxious man could be seen pacing in front of the hospital door; he was attempting to snuff out the panic that was swirling in his stomach. As a first time parent he was concerned with the variety of problems that could occur; however, he was also ecstatic that he would soon get to meet his daughter.

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.

World War II World War II was a pivotal event of the 20th century and a defining

Imagine living in a world where there is absolutely no darkness. Many people have claimed that they cannot imagine a world like that. However, Paul Bogard has argued that the world become like that if there are no actions done to prevent this from happening. In fact, this is all happening because of light pollution that exists in the world today. Many of the cities in the world are often recognized as the “city of lights” and while this title sounds nice, it actually has a negative impact on the society. The endless light pollution that are released into the atmosphere are already negatively affecting the human life. In order to make to prevent this situation from worsening, Paul Bogard have decided to stand out and convince his readers to