Mary Ann Henley's Case

Baby Smarika was born approximately after 8 hours of labor. Smarika began to go into distress, which made doctor to perform a C-section of my wife. My eyes rolled into tears when I hold her after 10 minutes. I was amazed when I held her in the delivery room. My partner and I felt the biggest surge

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn focuses on a poor American family in the early 1900s. They faced many hardships including those related to obstetrics. Medical care was not reliable during this time period and caused a variety of problems. The poor had the worst birthing conditions and were at a high risk for complications concerning themselves and the child. Betty Smith provides an accurate representation of medical care relating to delivery, infant mortality, and pregnancy at the turn of the twentieth century in her book A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

Jennie Hobson is a 7-year-old European American female who attended a school for children with severe developmental disabilities. She was inexpressive within your classroom environment; furthermore, eye contact was a trait she seldom expressed. Customarily, when left alone Jennie demonstrated behavior of sticking out tongue, make strange sounds, and she would wrap her hand around her throat. Jennie has the ability to use crayon and manipulate paper which demonstrated outstanding usage fine motor skills. Jennie physical aggression exemplified her handiness; consequently, within a few seconds she could grab jewelry or eye glasses and throw them to the other side of the room (Kearney, 2012).

She was born December 13, 1818 in Lexington, KY. Mary grew up being wealthy. Mary lost her mom when she was 7 years old. Her dad got remarried soon after. She attended boarding school. Also Mary went to live with her sister. Her siblings are Elizabeth Todd Edwards, Fanny Todd Wallace, and Levi O. Todd. Some of her half siblings are Robert S. Todd, Margaret Todd Kellogg, and Samuel Briggs Todd. Mary came from a big family. Her dad was a lawyer. Some special events are Mary got married to Abraham Lincoln. Also in 1818 there was an official reopening of the White House. Mary went to school at Shelby Female Academy.

It was an ordinary winter day in the city of Lynn, Massachusetts. As people headed to work and school they looked forward to the adventures the weekend would bring the next day. However, not so far away, Henry Rosario and his wife, Wendy Contreras, waited anxiously in their apartment knowing that the moment that would change their lives forever was near. “As my first daughter it was very painful, scary, and anxious” (Contreras interview). After waiting for what seemed like forever, they decided to go to Salem Hospital. Once they arrived, however, they were told by the doctor that she was not was not ready to deliver yet and was sent back home. At home, Wendy paced around the living room in agony waiting for the moment to come so she could get

Mary Mallon is well-known for being the first healthy carrier of typhoid bacilli that was identified in the United States, even though never showed a single symptom. She transported the typhoid germs through the food cooked for each family she worked for. The case of Mary Mallon brought awareness to caring for the public and protecting the rights of people who are putting their health at risk. She did not want to believe she had the capability of infecting other people when she never showed a symptom (YouTube).

Medical care is critical in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Francie Nolan’s mother, Katie, and her Aunt Sissy experience two different pregnancies with the medical care provided for them. They both lack proper healthy guidelines during the time of pregnancy. Sissy encounters hardships whereas Katie takes them for granted. Betty Smith assimilates twentieth century medical care in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and its portrayal of pregnancy, delivery and infant mortality impact the characters’ lives.

As the nurses put an oxygen mask on my face, the head OB/GYN began explaining that my son's heart rate had fallen from 150 beats per minute to 40 beats per minute. They were able to get his heart rate back to normal, but they would need to do internal monitoring and, if his heart rate dropped again, I would be prepped for a c-section immediately. I was at 9.5 cm and I was terrified. Not only was this not my dream birth, this was a nightmare. After a 36 hours roller-coaster ride, I became a mother;my son was born. He weighed 9 pounds, 3 ounces and was 21 inches

Mary Margret has an established estate planning practice in the San Fernando Valley. She draws upon her experience as a litigator, manager and educator to provide guidance to clients in the completion of their personal and financial goals, along with an estate plan (trusts, wills, durable power of attorney, assignments, health care directive, HIPPA release, etc.) that will govern their affairs. As an estate-planning attorney, she has worked with numerous community-based programs designed to provide information to seniors about financial services and the public on reducing their exposure to fraud. Mary is also a member of the Economic Committee of the Reseda Neighborhood Council, local networking groups, and has participated in several Chambers

I woke my boyfriend up and called my mother and we rushed to the hospital. I was nervous and excited at the same time. After eight hours of labor, the baby wasn’t cooperating at all. I wouldn’t dilate past eight and I already had three epidurals. I was in so much pain. After being in labor for twenty three hours, the doctors said it was time for a cesarean. I was so scared. All of a sudden, I heard my son screaming. My heart melted and I couldn’t keep the tears from coming. That was the best moment of my life. Justin and I named our son, Bentley Michael McCartney. He weighed eight pounds and thirteen ounces and he was twenty one inches tall. He was beautiful and healthy. Seeing my son made me realize that I was now an adult and I would be the best mother I possibly could be.

I can honestly say going through labor was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. Once Freddrick finally did arrived I knew that I would love him unconditionally for the rest of my life. He was just as precious as he could be and didn’t have a worry in this world. I didn’t know the type of mother I would be, but I was determined to be a different type of teenage mother. I wanted to show everyone I might be young with a son, but I made sure Freddrick was taken care of financially, Freddrick came first in my life at all times, Freddrick had disciplined in his life, and that he would know that mommy would always love him regardless of what happens through 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.

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.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl!” were the first words I heard upon making my appearance in the world. My mother was in the Navy during most of her pregnancy with me, which means I was born in a Naval Base hospital. It was the beginning of May, and my family had been eagerly waiting on my arrival. Days had come and gone, including my original due date which was the fifth of May. More days came and gone, but I however was a no show. Finally, after what I’m sure were stressful days for my mother, I was ready to be free from within my temporary home. My mom described to me that day as painful. So painful, that on the ninth of May, in the year 2000, she gave birth to me--- on all fours. It’s quite humorous when visualized. Weighing 9 lbs. and 7

I have wanted to be the mother of girls, not boys. I was afraid I would not be able to raise them properly in such a male-centered world. I already had a son. I loved him very much, but I still wanted to have a daughter. Then, that Friday, in June 25th, 1982, I went to the hospital just hoping to deliver a girl. During the caesarian session, I fell asleep, I was feeling very tired. When I woke up, I was in a room. My mother was with me. She told me it was a girl, a very beautiful little girl. I asked the nurse to bring my daughter to me. The moment I saw that little baby, and I had her in my arms, I knew I have just found the light of my life. She looked at me with the most beautiful eyes, and I breastfed her. Till now, I think of that moment as the happiest moment of my life.