Febuary Narrative

Pulling up at the hospital; I had no idea what I was about to endure for the first time. I walked to the end of the hall to see someone that meant so much to me laying there lifeless. I stood at the foot of his hospital bed; for a moment it seemed as if time had frozen. I was there with one other person when two nurses walked in to tell me “we see no signs of improvement, we are going to pull the plug”. I stood there and watched my best friend breath his last breath. When they allowed me to go back into the room, I immediately checked to see if he was still breathing. I walked to his side, rested my hand on his cold shoulder and prayed to God that this wasn’t real. Later flowers were piled up in the worst way and no one knew what to say or if they should speak at all. This amazing person was buried and I blamed God for the loss of his life and the physical pain that flooded my body. I couldn’t accept what had happened and told myself that it wasn’t real. I was so angry at God for making me go through this that I had lost all faith in him. My relationship with God was so amazing before I experienced this that I couldn’t understand why he would want this for me. I continued to question everything that I had ever known that I didn’t know what to believe in

March 15th, 2010, was a completely normal day. As normal as any day is for a twelve year old homeschooler. I was home with my oldest sister Brittany who was twenty at the time and I was just finishing up my homework for the day. After finishing up my math work I went to go watch television in the living room. Brittany was in her room and my parents didn't get home until later because of work. A few hours into my movie, my stomach started to hurt. Since I was twelve I didn't no the differences of pain so I just left it alone for a while. Later in the day my abdomen was aching so much I couldn't even get off the couch. After wailing for Brittany to call Mom I was sent to the emergency room in an ambulance with severe abdomen pain. After several hours in the ER and multiple tests, doctors found nothing. I was sent home and was told to take Tylenol for the pain. Once I got home, it didn't hurt anymore so I thought they were right and that I could just go on with my crazy life as a twelve year old. I was wrong. Two months after, I got the same

One night as I searched for my mother, my dad told me she was not feeling like herself. My dad told me to let her rest that night and I could talk to her the following morning. As I started to wake up the next morning my father was sitting at the foot of my bed and informed me I’d be spending the day with my Aunt Michelle because my mother had a doctor’s appointment. I could not wrap my head around why I would not be attending this appointment but had attended all the others. Later that evening once again both my parents came into my room but this time without smiles. With a shaky voice my mom began to tell me she had been diagnosed with Preeclampsia and her illness was progressing quickly. Now with tears running down her face she continued

     When I awakened the following morning, I knew that my day was just getting started. In what seemed like no time at all, my contractions were once again very keen. Around nine that morning the nurse checked me and I had only dilated four centimeters. I was enduring excruciating pain. Never in my life could I have imagined that labor pains could hurt this much. My contractions were now in the hardest stage of labor and they continued to remain this way over the next several hours. The pain was glut. I could barely stand myself. No one in the room could tolerate my clamor anymore. I wanted to

All of a sudden, I felt this sharp pain in my stomach. I thought nothing of it because I have had false labor pains the whole pregnancy. As I gently rubbed my stomach humming my favorite song. “ You are my Sunshine” not even halfway through the song another sharp pain. I thought, “okay girls you don’t like that song anymore or my singing maybe something else.” So I eased my way out the recliner and decided maybe a glass of water would help. Standing in the kitchen it happened again, but this time the pain has gone across my stomach down my spine, now the pain seemed to be coming every 20 minutes. Then my water broke. Of course, this is where I begin to panic. I yelled out for my husband John who was sounded asleep in the bedroom. He came running like the house was on fire. Without even speaking a word we both knew that we had to get to the hospital fast. He asked,” How far apart.” I stated, about 20 minutes” with a long pause we knew we had to get to the hospital

When I arrived to the emergency room, the doctors started doing some test on me where they found me very skinny and that´s why I had to be intubated. It was really a long day not knowing what was wrong with me. After a while a doctor came back with the test results and found out the real reason of my sickness. The blood that I saw on the floor of my bathroom was a small vaginal tear for carrying something heavy during those days and the virus that I had was not the flu but I was expecting my first child. The surprise was even bigger when I went for my first visit to the gynecologist, where I don´t only found out that I was expecting a beautiful princess, but she was on her sixth month. Everything related to my baby was just fine, but due to the vaginal tear I had to stay in bed for the next 3 months, to avoid any complications. The big day arrived on December 29, 2007, where my Princess Gabriella was born and it was the most unforgettable moment in my life. At it was the most beautiful virus in the universe but that was not all; 11 months later Samuel my second son was born and yes and it was another virus’s disease discovered at 5

I was 33 years old on November 9th, 2000. My family was made of myself, my husband, Doug, my daughter, Haley, and our dog, Josie. Haley was only 2 years and 9 months old at the time of the birth of her new baby brother, but I wasn’t quite sure how she would handle not having all of the attention. I could tell something was off from the moment I woke up that day. To start, Haley wouldn’t stop crying from the moment she woke up. As for me, I was feeling sick, and was having a few contractions here and there. I was packing my things for the hospital because I was scheduled to have a C-section November 10th. Afternoon came and my condition was getting worse and worse, things got so bad that Doug and I decided we should go to the hospital. I was mortified because I just needed the baby to wait a couple more hours. I could not have this baby come out of the birth canal, my

I knew something was wrong. The next two weeks went by with the exact symptoms; my stomach was in a knot, the smell of food made me want to vomit, and all I wanted to do was sleep. One afternoon I finally made myself take a pregnancy test. The faded second line had my heart into a million pieces. At seventeen years old I Brooke Nardoni was pregnant. As I was hysterically bailed my eyes out and thought my life was over. I ended up telling my mom the next day after school. We both cried what has happened but she encouraged me that I would do the right thing and she would be by my side every step of the way no matter what I choose to do with my

“It was August 13, 2008.” My mom (Maria) said, “ 5 years ago when we were at our apartment my water broke, I (mom) was feeling kind of light headed, so I went to bed for a bit and all of sudden I could feel water near my legs. I thought I peed myself, so I went to the bathroom and all of a sudden water started dripping onto the ground, I then knew my water had just broken. I called your father and told him to rush over to the bathroom. He came in and asked what was happening. Your dad started sweating and you could hear the shock in his voice. He realized what was happening and carried me to the car. From there your dad drove to the hospital, Kennesaw Hospital.”

I woke up groggy and confused Thursday night. I couldn't tell where I was, all I could see were the bright lights. The first thing I felt was an intense pain shooting all over my body, all I wanted to do was move. I thrashed around in, bed kicking my legs, trying to

On March 30, as of three thirty in the morning, my life has officially changed. The labor pains had set in and it was time to have a baby. I had never felt a pain so excruciating in my life, and I thought that cramps were terrible, labor pains do not even compare. I climbed the stairs to my aunts room to let her know that it was time to go to the hospital. After watching her run around the room frantically she finally was able to rush me to the hospital. She zoomed through street lights rushing for fear that I may have the baby in the car and she would pass out. Had

I am sitting with the father of my baby in the doctor's office, to see how the baby is doing. I'm not sure what to expect but I don't know if it's good or bad news. So far I'm been feeling nervous and honestly prefer being anywhere but here. When the doctor comes I start hoping there's nothing wrong, and that the baby is perfectly fine. “We couldn't find a heartbeat” the doctor said, “This means you had a miscarriage”. I couldn't believe that I had a miscarriage. “This can't be happening I've been taking good care of myself" I thought how could this be possible if I was following what the doctor told me to do to keep the baby healthy. I couldn't stop crying, I kept blaming myself and how I should've taken better care of the baby and myself.

The music is soft as we dance the time away. Dance the pain away. Dance all of the outside world away. He becomes me, as I become him. Our faces seem to become more beautiful, or least his face does. he tells me that my face does the same, I don't quite know whether or not I should quite believe him. I want to, I will learn to make myself believe him. He's done me no wrong so far.

First of all, found I was pregnant I was so shocked with weird looking expression on my face. I was nineteen years old with no type of financial stable, home, car, school. Actually in May 2007 I was had no signs of pregnancy, I eat all the time all day everyday so I was not thinking I was pregnant with baby in my stomach. I knew when I did not get my monthly visitor every month their was a problem. I went to the doctor and took a pregancy test. At home I was watching television, I was pretty sure everything would be fine I told myself that. The phone rang I ran out my room so fast to grab the phone I said hello. On the other end of the phone the nurse tells me is this, Tamika Thomas I said yes this is me’’ I like to inform you my gut began to twisted up she said the words that forever

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed