THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE
Everything started on a beautiful sunny day, I was nine months pregnant with the most beautiful belly shape, but also it was ready to pop. That morning I woke up feeling different, it was an unexplainable type of excitement running through my body. I wanted to get dolled up, so I curled my hair, put some makeup on and wore my long blue dress. My husband and I decided to have a little date, so we went to town and had lunch together at a restaurant, and also went last minute shopping for our baby. Everything just felt magical that day, and I just couldn't understand why. We arrived home late in the evening, and suddenly my contractions started, as time went by they were getting worse and worse. I refused to go to …show more content…
Luckily, my doctor was on call, nurses started coming in the room, and they set me up in no time. Another doctor came and done my epidural, everything was going great, I was not feeling any pain, but suddenly I stopped dilating at four o’clock. I was five centimeters and at nine o’clock I was only seven centimeters. My contractions were getting ridiculous, my epidural was no longer working. My doctor was no longer on call, and no-one bothered to tell me so. Everything just went down the hill for me; Every second was an eternity from there, my pain was unbearable to the point where I just felt blood coming out of my face, but finally there was 11:10 a.m. it was time to push. I have never felt so motivated in my life to do something while being in so much pain at the same time. It was 11:20 a.m., and I swear I never once shed a tear during my entire labor, but once I saw that little tiny angel like face I was bawling of joy. My heart melted, my eyes were brightened of sunshine, I went up to the stars and came back, the entire world just stopped for a while and it felt like it was just me and him. I slowly and carefully looked at him. I saw his little feet and hands, his tiny finger and toes, his perfect pink lips. He had the prettiest brown round eyes, chubby cheeks and a head full of dark hair. I knew then I was in love, the most pure and beautiful love I have ever felt in my heart. That was love at first sight. I turned around and saw my
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I remember when my water bag broke; it was August 12, 1992, and the time was 12:15am.I was very excited that I would see my new baby on her due date. I did what the child birthing book recommended. I woke my husband up and told him to call the hospital. In the meantime I decided to take a shower. I was pretty calm because I didn't have any contractions. I wore my best maternity outfit and was spruced up compared to my husband. I even put on some perfume. You see, we had just gone to bed at 11:30 that night. My husband looked a little worse for wear. We got to the hospital and then were led into the maternity room. The room looked a little dingy with its yellow light and peeling paint. The hospital bed was small and narrow. I got scared,
The single best day I had has a child was when my mom said that she had a surprise in mind for vacation. She didn’t say what it was but said that my brother and I would love it we took a long drive to St. Louis, Missouri to visit the Gateway Arch. This was an unexpected surprise visiting a museum it was a great time waster but my mom said that this wasn’t the surprise. The next day we went to the big surprise which was Six Flags. The first thing that we did there was visit the water park which had a multiple attractions that you had to at least try all of them. Then we went to the Main Park which had of kinds of rides my favorites being the Batman ride and superman ride that they had. Overall, it was an enjoyable experience and the single best
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I was sure that we would be sent home to labor more at home, but my husband insisted that we pack my "go" bag just in case. Thank God he did! After talking to the midwife a bit and my water breaking fully, it was time to check my blood pressure. This is the moment that my birth plan fell apart. My blood pressure was 180/101. Not only was my blood pressure dangerously high, I had to be transferred to Vanderbilt Medical Center immediately. I was devastated. I wanted my birthing tub and my midwife and my plan. I've never cussed or cried in front of or at sweeter people than I did in that
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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.
Mother: I have a case of moderate arthritis from playing tennis and gardening, so my doctors were concerned about my body's ability to carry the pregnancy to full term and handle the full ordeal of the delivery. The birth of our child took a long time. I was in labor for nearly four days. We hired a lovely midwife who has specialized knowledge in handling special births, but after the second day, we decided to load me up in the car and head for the hospital. It was frightening, I suppose, but I also felt a clarity of purpose. I really wanted this baby and I knew that the baby's best chance and my best chance for survival was for me to stay calm and coherent as possible, for the sake of my family.
I remember it like it was yesterday, the day that changed my life forever. On March 9th of 2011, my mom was diagnosed with skin cancer in her lung. The doctor gave her about six months to live and this is how it went.
Throughout life I have had many memorable events. The memorable times in my life vary from being the worst times in my life and some being the best, either way they have become milestones that will be remembered forever. The best day of my life was definitely the day that I received my drivers' license. This day is one of the most memorable because of the feelings I had when I received it, the opportunities that were opened up for me and the long lasting benefits that I received from it that still exist today.