I Was An Overweight Baby

This pregnancy began with many nausea and sadness. I went to my doctor every month for my routine check ups. When I had four moths pregnant the doctor sent me to do a sonogram and that day the doctor informed that my baby was a girl I could not believe it. That day I was the happiest mother in the word I because I was waiting for that little girl since my first pregnancy. I thought I would never be able to have a girls because in my family were more boys than girls. For me I felt that I was dreaming, so I did not tell my husband any thing about the baby’s gender. My husband was helping me with my other two children helped in the housework, gave me massages, and he spoiled me with special meals.

Despite not knowing the gender of my new sibling, we were preparing for the baby in every way possible, whether if it was purchasing blankets, bedding, or furniture or picking out suitable names for a possible baby boy or girl. The 20-week gestation mark inched near, bringing the anticipated appointment. School seemed to drag along that day as I waited to hear the special news: was I going to have a baby brother or a baby sister? As Ethan and I sat at the kitchen table that night, our parents set a box in front of both of us, “Scratch Cupcakes” printed on the

She lost her parents at a young age, so her grandparents struggled to take care of her and her brothers. Soon after her sixtieth birthday, my mom married my father, and they both welcomed me two years later. I was born in September 1999; unfortunately, five months after my birth, my father died in the hands of a stranger from a gunshot to the head. Although both my grandmother and mother were devastated by his passing, they both decided to once again fight for our future and raise me.

A brief background of my family will provide some meaning to our family structure. My parents were both born and raised in Muncie, Indiana at a time when the economy was not strong. My father was the fourth of five siblings in a household dominated by a physically abusive and alcoholic father. My mother lost both of her parents at a young age. I would learn later in life that my father

I am aware of who my father is, but as of right now we do not have a relationship. My dad is a revolving door dad, which means that he has come in and out of my life as he pleases. I noticed that it is a domino effect because his father was not in his life either. His father I really wouldn’t classify as my grandfather because I can count on both hands the number of times I’ve seen him throughout my entire lifetime. In actuality, I really do not consider him as my grandfather because he did not take care for me or treat me like a real grandfather would. The man whom my grandmother is married to today for almost 40 years now is my grandfather and I value the relationship I have with him because he took me in as if I was his own.

I had been an only child for eight years so when my parents told me I was going to be a big sister I was shocked. I thought I was going to be an only child my whole life. It was normal for me to do things alone and I’m normally not thrilled about change but I was excited. We decided to name him Houston Michael Peters. He was originally supposed to be born on the thirty first of January, the same day as my dad. But he was born 2 days early on the twenty-ninth of January two thousand and fourteen and that's the day my life changed for the better.

Well, I suppose I should start with my name. I am Carolina Yanette Vlaun. I was born Monday, November 22nd 1999 at 7:14 pm at 9lbs and 1 oz in San Antonio, Texas on a nice and cool night at santa rosa methodist hospital. My mom likes to say that was the best day of her life after being in labor for 2 days i’d finally decided to get out. My dad said he was just excited to finally meet the baby that caused so much trouble. However no matter how happy my parents were the day of my birth my father had still wanted his first born to be a boy, instead he got me. I suppose that he would’ve named his son carlos after him, but since he had me he used the male version of his name and i became carolina. Whenever my mom tells the story she never leaves

The nurse cut my umbilical cord, and I was placed on my mother’s chest. I was weighed at 7 pounds 3oz and 18 inches. With tears in her eyes, my mother met the new love of her live. Me! She thanked God for blessing her with a healthy baby girl. I was surround with love from family member at visited. My mother stated, “ I wouldn’t change a thing, giving birth was the best experience of my

I could sit here and share with the board a sad story of a young child whose single mother worked the graveyard shift every day of the week, just to provide for her four young children. I could also share how despondent that I felt growing up, and how my mother shopped for my clothes from thrift shops, how she would get excited when she found something named brand for us. But I won't do that, instead I would like to introduce you to a delightfully chaotic little girl named Audriana- Faith. On August 15, 2012 Audriana-Faith was born at 1:41 am, weighing in 6 pounds and 12 ounces. The day my daughter was born was a day embedded in my memory, but it was not the best day of my life. I know that's what you're supposed to say, but becoming a mother

On January 29, 2001 at around four o’clock in the afternoon, a beautiful little girl named Leslie Arreaga was born. It was the first time I was able to hold and see a baby so up close. When I saw her for the first time I didn’t know what to say. All I told my parents was “ I love her and she is perfect.” My parents laugh at me because I was only four years old when she was born. I just couldn’t believe that I was finally an older sister. I remember that every time a person would come in and try to hold her I would give them a look saying “ If you hurt her, I will hurt you.” Leslie was the most precious little baby I had ever seen in my little four year life. She was so chubby, with big brown eyes and a little heart shaped mouth. The day my

I was born in Kaiser Permanente at night. My mom said that my aunt drove her to the hospital. During that time my dad was at work. My mom said that I took the longest to be born and that I was the hardest to be born. My mom didn’t know my gender so it was a surprise when they found out I was a girl. I weighed about 7 pounds and I was about 20 inches tall. She also said that i was a clean baby and that I had smooth skin. She was happy when I was born but it wasn’t very emotional when she first held me because she already had 4 children before me. When my mom found out that she was pregnant she told my siblings so it was no secret. She told me that my dad had chose my name.

I had always been super shy and quiet as a child, this I believe, is what made it hard for my immediate family to comprehend the idea of sweet little Kimberly Ann being pregnant at the age of 16. It was embarrassing to say the least, having my entire family gawk at me. “What? I didn’t even know you were kissing boys yet!” My tia (aunt) shouted out, as my mother broke the news. I wasn’t a bad kid; furthermore, I received fairly decent grades and never gotten into any trouble—besides the occasional tardy I’d receive from spending too much time in the halls chattering with my best friends by my locker. I was the girl with my hair in a ponytail and a thick warm hoodie on nearly, every day. “It’s cold in there,” I’d tell my mother when she’d complain about the way I always

It was the end of the weekend. Her dad had been drinking a lot, so she decided to leave for the night with her friends. When she came back on Monday at dawn, he was sitting on her bed waiting for her daughter to enter the room and gave her a lesson that she would never forget. The next day she decided without telling anyone but her mother to leave the house and never come back, not until my grandfather would still be a part of this world. Weeks later, she

I never really knew my father when I was growing up. I was raised by my mother and my little brother's side of the family. My own family was across the ocean in California. By the time I was nine I

I will never forget the moment my labor began, the moment that marked that step in my journey into motherhood. I can remember everything about it so clearly. My mom, fiancé, and I woke up early Friday morning to make our way to Western Missouri Medical Center. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my belly knowing it would be my last time standing in that bathroom with my baby inside of me still. It was a bittersweet moment that I cherished as long as I possibly could. I was set to be induced that morning and very excited, yet a little bit nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I’d been waiting a very long 37 weeks to finally meet this precious human that had been growing inside me. I had ideas of what he might look like, and what the experience might be like, however nothing could have prepared me for what was in store over the next few days.