Creative Writing: The Birth Of My Daughter

Laurel nodded her head when she heard that Zinda would be willing to aid her in her efforts of keeping the city running smoothly. “With that attitude I think Ryder will love you.” She stated with a small laugh, her head shook from side to side. “Even before the outbreak I always had a hard time sleeping.” She reached her right hand up and placed it against the back of her neck, rubbing at it. “So it really doesn’t bother me all that much.” She nodded her head. She knew what Zinda said was true, that she should try and sleep more but that seemed easier said than done. She really tried to sleep at night sleep just seemed to elude her, it was never there when she really need it. Like the night they got back from the Farmhouse, all she wanted to do was fall asleep and forget the whole events that had taken place there. Sadly that didn’t happen, she stayed up all night thinking about how she could have done thing differently, that she should have stayed with Kate.

If he had been human, everything would have been easier. Hal's life would have been so much better; he wouldn't have been forced to fight, or be controlled by the code in his head. He would have grown into a different, maybe better person. But then, they would still be stuck in the compound, still there when the bots had malfunctioned, and they may have not even escaped. Perhaps they would have died an untimely death and not have escaped into the wastes and would be left to rot in the desecrated compound, forgotten, and the only sign they were there were their desecrated skeletons, and even those would be ground away by the sands of time until they eventually became nothing. It was a pity that they would meet that fate regardless; Dirk would

“The sea and the sky are the same,” uncle always said. At the time he had laughed, but looking out that morning; the cold sea mist clinging to my clothes, I knew he was right.

It was dark when I arrived at the village. People were going about their nightly chores before they retired for the night. They quickly escorted me to the wigwam of a woman who was in labour.

Guido couldn’t believe he was home alone after he arrived from middle school. Mom was usually standing in the kitchen, making him a delicious snack consisting of fruits and sandwiches, smiling brightly as she graciously served him, knowing full well that he was tired from a hard day of learning.

When they reach Estelle Louise’s driveway, Clemmy Sue eased the Ford into the entrance, and stopped thirty feet from her mailbox.

Liam woke up late one night to his phone ringing. Groaning he turned on the lamp and grabbed his phone from the night stand. Who was calling him at this ungodly hour? Liam shielded his eyes from the light. After a couple of seconds Liam’s eyes finally adjusted to the brightness.

I had watched over the girl for nine months. I had to keep her out of danger. More like keep my future daughter safe. I could not lose this one, not after the failure of the last baby I had tried to take. The girl found out that she was pregnant after a month in her pregnancy . She had started to freak out and tried to kill herself. I stopped her from bleeding out by feeding

Slowly, he walked. Dragging one foot forward, then the other, he trudged on. Where was he headed, one might ask. Alas, even he did not know himself. The answer was deep in the back of his mind, someplace he likely could not reach on his own will. Aside from this answer, was his very destination itself. He hardly knew what it was, and where… Those two questions had yet to be solved, and more arose. Answers were yet to be discovered. Deep inside his heart, the boy felt the knowledge of where walking in his current direction would take him. And he would be there soon, he thought. He focused his vision on the ground as he shuffled ahead. Leaves and pine needles were strewn across the floor below him, covering the tough brown dirt beneath.. There

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

Mom entered the room with a towering stack of clothes: blue, worn levis, white socks, and various polo tees. She set them down on the bedside table and then turned to see how Luke and I were getting along.

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."

January 22, 2016 was the hardest but the most beautiful day of my life. The night before, I began to have pains, and I knew it was going to happen. I was finally going to have my baby. I was brought to the hospital, put into a delivery room and as the time passed the contractions came on stronger and stronger. The next thing I remember is the doctor and nurses telling me to push! My husband by my side looking scared as ever. I pushed and pushed as the tiniest little body came out, voice wailing then they put her in my arms. I knew, the minute they put her in my arms I knew she had Down syndrome. Why? Why my baby? I began crying out of joy but mostly out of fear and sadness, while my baby girl

What an incredible journey Catherine’s mother has taken us on. Life is filled with mystery and intrigue. In a moment in a twinkling, even a blink devastation can take it all away. Just the thought of what her parents went through, makes you realize life is short. How good news that you are pregnant, turn into bad news and become a tragedy. Unfolding right before your eyes and you can’t do anything about it. Finding out that your baby heart is on the wrong side, stomach in her chest and no room for her lungs to grow. Catherine’s diagnosis (Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia), that will lead to congestive heart failure and pulmonary hypertension. “Developmental psychopathology which suggest that we gain a better understanding of children’s disorders

I label this as the most difficult time of my life because it helped guide me to the person I am today. Before my Dad died I was a more reserved child, however following the death I turned into a more responsible and humorous guy. For example I learned just how much burden is left on the man of the house when our Dad died. He made all of the financial decision and when he was gone it was our priority to fulfil the burden. My older brother