Kathryn Grace Bach Timeline

Hello my precious unborn child. I am not really sure where to begin. The doctor is saying that I might not make it through this pregnancy but they will make sure you live to see this crazy world that we live in. I want to make sure that you understand your history and where you come from!

It wasn’t a typical birth. I wasn’t a typical child. And it wasn’t a typical experience. Every day felt like an endless list of obstacles waiting to pounce on the life that I just wished was normal. From the doctors performing an emergency C-section to retrieve me to being diagnosed as asthmatic, from having eating difficulties to constantly being told I was underweight, I felt like a burden to everyone around me. If I wasn’t at the doctor’s office, waiting for the doctor to repeat over and over again on how I was under the growth charts, then I was probably puking in some car on the way home. If I wasn’t inhaling medicinal mists from a nebulizer every night to pacify my wheezing, I was most likely at the pharmacy, getting my new batch of a

I, Lauren Lee Svatos, was born on August 4, 1998, at 4:04 P.M. to Chad and Brenda Svatos. My mom, Brenda, was working a night shift at the hospital the day before she was supposed to be induced. The next night she went into labor around midnight. My dad, Chad, drove my mom from Lake Andes, South Dakota, all the way to Gregory, South Dakota, to have me. Once at the hospital, the agonizing sixteen hours of labor began with my dad along for the ride.

Paige is a 25yo, G3 P1011, who is currently 30 weeks 6 days. She is followed in our office after being admitted to the hospital for abruption with a positive KB and decreasing fibrinogen. Her fibrinogen stabilized around 200. She had no more vaginal bleeding and she was discharged home. When she came in she was also contracting and noted to be 2 cm and have a shortened cervical length at 1.9 cm that decreased down to 1.2 cm with pressure. She was ultimately discharged home and has been home for about one week. She is here today for follow-up.

I went into the hospital on February 15, 1991 at 7am and they popped my stitched and made me walk the hall for 8 hours to see if I was going to have any type of labor pains, but nothing happened so they did an emergency c-section. Due to complications, no one was allowed in the birthing room. Your father remained in the waiting room with brother, grandmaw and grandpaw, and your nanny. I honestly didn’t prepare for your birth due to the fact that I was on strict bed rest and your father was busy working and tending to your brother so life was pretty hectic. We just did what we had to do in order to get by. In fact you didn’t even have a nursery because we didn’t have the time. I couldn’t leave the house to pick what I wanted, so all we had was a baby bed in our bedroom until we were able to get situated. The only medication and procedures involved during your childbirth was an epidural and a c-section. My whole pregnancy consisted of

Johann Sebastian Bach, as the world has come to know was a remarkable person. Terry states Bach’s birth as March 21, 1685 the youngest child from his family born in the baroque era (20). He came from a lineage where many of his relatives were musicians. His father, Johann Ambrosius Bach was a town's musician and it is suspected that he is the person whom thought Bach the arts of playing the violin. Bach’s family was of the higher class with good morals and good family traditions. Growing up in a family who very much enjoyed music, gatherings took place annually so that the family could enjoy music festivities together. According to, Terry, Bach’s “home was broken up by his father’s death” and he was sent to live with

Minutes seemed like hours waiting for the doctor to come in the room. My heart dropped as soon as the doctor told me that my unborn child did not develop arms or legs. I was supposed to find out if I was pregnant with a boy or girl, not that my child had a severe birth defect. You could imagine my excruciating heartbreak regarding the unfortunate news. There was no holding back the tears, no matter how hard I tried to mask my emotions. Automatically I thought of the things my son would not be able to do; crying because I felt remorse for him. I had dreams of watching him running across the yard and taking pictures of him

Has my greatest and overwhelming nightmare, which tormented me unremittingly throughout the duration of my pregnancy, become a horrible reality? It was 9:00 on a Tuesday morning, when I experienced the initial intense labor contraction. Without hesitation, I instantaneously grabbed the phone to communicate with my loving husband, but to my surprise, it went straightway to the most dreaded voicemail. Unfortunately, I had no viable means of reaching him, because Shaw Air Force Base was implementing their quarterly, weeklong war readiness exercise. Thus, my severely distressed mind had to hurriedly grasp the reality that our magnificent bundle of joy was making his long anticipated entrance into the world eight days early, according to the estimated delivery due date. This delightful narrative will take the reader on a breathtaking, yet frightful journey through pre-labor, active labor and the delivery of my son, Dorian Josiah Heffner.

January 24th, 2015, at 3:32 p.m., I was walking in my doctor’s office for my weekly prenatal appointment. Wobbling towards the front desk to check myself in, the nurses then asked “Any day now, huh?” I giggled and laughed, Yeah, I wish. He don’t want to come, and he’s definitely not trying to come either. Fifteen minutes passed, and my nurse Antonia called my name. Now I’m in my room as the nurse is checking my vitals, she said, “Hmmm your blood pressure is high.” I was perfectly fine until then, but I was more nervous than anything. My pregnancy emotions were taking ahold of me. Next, my doctor came in and asked me how I was doing. I told him I was in pain, but that was an everyday thing as I laughed. They decided to send me upstairs to labor

I grew up in a small village in Bangladesh with no doctors in ten-kilometer radius. I mother was part of a non-profit organization where women were trained to be midwives, however, they were not professional. Once at a stormy night, there was nobody at home except my mother and me; my father was in the city with my younger brother for his regular medical check up. Two women came to our house looking for my mother because, at a nearby village, a woman was having difficulty giving birth. Despite the terrible weather, my mother decided to go and I tagged along with her. Witnessing a birth at the age of seven was very overwhelming for me. I faintly remember the actual birth, but I do recall that the condition of both the mother and the child was

In reflecting on this week reading material birth, newborn, and infancy, this prompts memories of a particular time in my life with the birth and delivery of my daughter. During the first stages of pregnancy, a complication developed with chronic iron anemia, a condition that impacted my health continuously through life beginning at birth. Granted, born as a twin only contributes to the aggravation of this problem I weighed 3 pounds and my sister weighed five pounds, which caused several obstacles for me to come over with my health. One situation is being placed in an incubator for undeveloped lungs and blood deficiency according to my mother.

I interviewed my mother about her birth experience with me. I was the first born and my birth changed how she would give birth to my brother and sister. My mother's birth experience began with some mild contractions that were consistent. She and my father decided to go to the hospital, not long after arriving her water broke. She said she was around 0-4 cm dilated and her contractions were about 5-30 minutes apart. She said her pain was tolerable at this point, she was not given any medication. She did progress normally with dilation at around 1 cm per hour. She did get to a point where the contractions and labor pains were becoming severe, and hard to manage. She was given an epidural, to help ease the labor pains. When she was fully dilated

In the fall of 2011, after five years of struggling with infertility, my husband and I found out we were expecting twins; Samuel and Abigail. At nineteen weeks I went into active labor. After four days, Samuel’s water broke. I was able to remain pregnant for eight more weeks. During this time I was daily told my son would die. It was unreasonable for me to grieve while hearing his heart beat and feeling his kicks. I had to choose hope. The twins arrived thirteen weeks too

The woman, tears rolling , heart pounding, began screaming as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. This woman was my mom and she was giving birth to me, Erica Janae Adams, on Friday, April 13, 2001 in Port Author, Texas. Judging by the amount of people in the room you would have thought that their was a party going on, but of course that wasn 't the case. It was just a room full of my large and crazy family, but despite of the craziness, these would be the people that would help guide me through the crazy roller coaster that I like to call my life.

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.