Memories Of My Little Sister

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,

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

After my mom came inside and brought in all her stuff and said hi. She told us to sit down. She told us she did not know if our aunt Mary was going to make it because she was not doing very well. First thing that went through my head was all the memories my family had with her and her family. The 4th of july, Christmas, getting our christmas tree, going up north every year and always going to their pool in

On January 3rd, 2008 a very cold winter day my water bag broke as I grab my bags and get ready to head to the hospital with so many mixed emotions happy,scared, sad and overwhelmed as we arrive at Cypress hospital in Houston,Tx at 9:30 am they quickly give us a room in the labor and delivery as we wait for our son to enter the world hours pass by and still nothing no baby almost 10 hours of waiting for our son his heart rate was dropping Dr.Castillo came in to inform us that I was needing an emergency c-section to get the baby out as soon as possible as we prepare to go into surgery a nurse walk in to give me anaesthesia and procedures that will happen during surgery I'm filled with so much nerves of the unknown praying my son comes out fine

First, I got ready then finished packing mine and Bentley's bags. I made sure I had everything for the hospital, then mom and I left the house. We went to room number 1209 and I put my gown on and filled out some papers. About 6:00 a.m the nurses came in to put the iv in my arm for penticilin. A little later my boyfriend and his aunt showed up. We prayed for everything to be ok and talked to each other. Dr. Citty came in around 7:30 to break my water. After they cleaned everything up I changed my gown and laid back down to try and go back to sleep. My granny and my sisters showed up around 8:30.

At about 8:30 I had already dilated to 8 and man I was in a ride this whole time. I was in constant pain that I wanted it to stop and curl up into a ball and cry. It finally came around to have my son and it was the worse pain ever. It felt like having cramps but stronger, sharp and painful. As the time kept passing the pain would come and go and it started to come repeatedly and constantly. I saw nurses going in and out of the room telling each other that it was time and we needed the midwife. I thought to myself that doctor or not this baby is not waiting and I wanted him out. The midwife came just in time and we were set to have a baby. As I was pushing to have my son all the memories came to me form me wanting to give him up for adoption to changing my mind and raising my son. I guess when people say the best blind date is when a mother finally meets their child. I came back to reality and realized I just needed to push one more time and my son would be out. When I finally did, I heard him cry and the nurse cleaned him up before handing him to me. As she finished she finally laid him on my chest and I heard her say,

I went into the hospital room with my mother, got undressed, and changed into a hospital gown. A woman came into the room to put an IV into my arm, then I turned on the Food Network on the hospital TV. A few doctors came into the room, asking for my name, birthdate, and other questions for identification purposes. Later, my two aunts came into the room. A few minutes later, my surgeon walked in as well to tell me that she’d come back in about twenty minutes to wheel me away to the operating table. This made it even more surreal and made me even more anxious.

My sister, mom, and I had so many great memories together, so today I will only share one, because the other memories are ours and I don't want to share. I don't have one favorite memory of my mom because all of them were special and important to me. The memory I will share is when our family when on a trip for the 4 th of July , we decided that we were going to drive all the way to New York and along the way stop in Washington D.C.. We were staying in New Carrolton, Maryland and there was a clothing warehouse about five minutes away, we decided to drive over to see the clothes they had

August 28th, 1997, a month before her due date, my mother realizes it’s time. The baby (me) is coming! But my father is in Canada with my grandfather and the car keys. So she has to call my grandmother to take to the hospital. After she gets to the hospital, my mother calls my father to tell him it’s time. About two hours after my mother gets to the hospital, my father arrives and it’s time to start pushing. MY mother pushes and pushes for 4 hours; at which time, the doctor realizes I’m not coming out that way, because I’m upside down. So they rush my mother to an operating room to perform a C-section. Once they doctor had

Z cut the cord. The NICU Dr was there and said he was perfect. She took some blood and handed him to us. Oh he was perfect! Z yelled "I'm a father" with the most pride I've ever heard. I went to recovery and fell asleep. When I woke up I got to hold Wy but they were telling me he had to go to the NICU a few floors up. Z and I had taken the hospital tour and knew there were two NICU's. The one on the third floor was more severe than the one on the fifth floor. He was on the fifth floor. That was a relief in that moment. I was taken to the maternity ward. I kept dosing off that night, and Z was up and down the elevators between us. I could hear babies crying but not Wy. It was truly

I will be talking about my mother being pregnant and having my sister. She was about thirty five when she got pregnant with her.she told me my brother my sister and me by handing my sister prenatal pills. We were all so shocked and happy.

We arrived at the hospital and they started to monitor the baby. "Contractions are about three or so minutes apart. You're dialated to a four, let me go see if the doctor wants to admit you." A few minutes later the nurse walked back in and said "Doctor Rudeen is going to admit you now." They had me walk from one room to another right across the hall. My nurse Katie started an IV and hooked me back up to monitors to watch the babies

The day my son was born was like no other day. I was 31 and in the army attending night school for helicopter training. It was late afternoon in Virginia and I was asleep in my bed. I was awoken to my wife saying she was in labor and three weeks early from the due date. I was in disbelief, no way she could have been in labor. I had totake her to a hospital in Newport News, Virginia. The nurses had confirmed that my

My husband and I were terribly excited, but didn’t know what to do next there weren’t any contractions, and I wasn’t uncomfortable at all. So, we continued watching television for approximating 15 minutes. I finally said “Maybe we should call the phone a nurse service. The OB on call (who was NOT my regular OB) called back in about 10 minutes and told me to go to the ER-NOW. So, I laughed, packed my bag, and went to the hospital about 30 minutes away. I had one strong contraction while filling in the paperwork, but was still not really uncomfortable. I went straight to the hospital and was told the baby was going to come that night. The nurses had me hooked up to the monitors and would say, “You’re having a contraction.” And I’d say, “I am?” because I really didn’t feel anything. Then I took a deep breath and pushed down my baby with own power while I followed my body. Before my breath finished, my baby came sliding out of me. While I exhaled, I quietly said that he is born. They put my son into my arms even before cutting his

When we got in the room I was told I will be given numbing medicine through an injection in my lower back. I felt a little pinch and then before I knew it my whole lower half was completely numb. I was still in and out of sleep, I slept through most of the C-section and exactly at 4:44am my son was officially born and he was 5 pounds and 4 oz and 18 inches long and he was healthy. They let me look at him and in that moment I fell in love I was now a mother. It was the greatest feeling in the world and I was happy to have experienced such a beautiful moment. I was brought back to my room and the doctor came in to congratulate me "Congrats on your baby boy he is beautiful and healthy and everything will be just fine with you and him" she said with a big smile on her face