Creative Writing: The Baby That Changed Rhonda's Life

(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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

My alarm went off at 6:00 am. "Thank God it's Friday," I whispered to myself as I got ready for the day. We still haven't found a case yet, this was just going to be another boring day at the hospital I guess. After I got ready I got in my car and drove to New York Mercy Hospital, which was only about 5 miles away. "Hey Jacobs, we got a case." Wilson said, handing me the file. I worked with two other Doctors; Zachary Wilson and James Miller. We take the medical cases that no other doctors can figure out. I got a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. "23 year old girl comes in after continually banging her head on the wall, says she had no idea

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

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

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.

Time to dive into my personal insight on all of this. We already know this; Piper and Alex fall for each other, like many young relationships it didn’t work out, then Piper finds someone who makes her feel safe and comfortable, Larry, an unexpected turn in her life sends her to prison because of her past mistakes, and once again she finds herself desiring Alex. If Piper hadn’t gone to prison and been locked up with Alex, there is an extremely low percentage that she would have gotten back together with Alex. Of course she was lonely and it was in the spur of the moment that she had sex with Alex in the prison chapel, but there is more to it than that. We also know that Piper blames Alex for ruining her life.

Ryiah was able to make a temporary leg splint for a while. Ryiah made camp in a clearing in the trees and went off to get firewood. The closer they got, the farther the destination seemed. The expedition seemed to take longer than it should have. Ryiah gathered the firewood and lit a fire. It quickly turned to night and Shiva went to sleep, but Ryiah did not, Ryiah thought about what this place is and what it may hold. She thought about where they’re going, well, she didn’t know where they’re going only the direction, North. Ryiah started to go deep in thought until she snapped out of it by the rise of the morning sun. “Seven hours… I missed my seven hour sleep, too distracted by my thoughts.” Soon after Shiva awoke surprised to see Ryiah already

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.