Most Memorable Day Of My Life Essay

Every time I look at this picture the very same day I seen this ultrasound plays in my head over and over again. So during the month of December my husband and I found out that we were expecting our first child. Although, we knew that we were young and this meant that some things would have to be put on hold we were very excited. I went to my second doctor's appointment on January 3rd, 2017 I found out that I miscarried my baby. This had to be the worst news I have ever received of all of my 18 years of living. I was distraught. I was stressing myself out day in and day out because I was thinking of ways that I could have prevented this from happening. Though there was nothing I could do. This was definitely a challenge for me because my mind

The air is tainted with the fumes of cherry blossom, hairspray and “Scarlet” red nail polish. Pink and white paint add texture to the walls. Week old clothes begin to hide underneath the solitary wooden mahogany chair as new, fresh clothes take their place as head of the drawer. Pieces of pencil shavings cover the once pastel pink carpet while the white fan creaks once it hits a 180-degree angle. A battle between bright yellow and soft white light occurs when someone decides to take settle on the full- size bed.

One day that changed my life was the day I went into foster care.I will never forget that day. I remember going to school that day.I was sitting in class and the S.R.O came and got me from class. I felt like something bad was going to happen. I was right, they took me into foster care. They took me from school and then when we were leaving the school they asked me if I knew where my mom and brother were,I didn’t know.

Feelings of desperation and worry flourished my body as I watched my mother with tubes in her mouth getting rushed to the operating room. “Is mommy going to make it out alive?”. “Will I become an orphan?”. These are the exact thoughts that were running through my mind. In life one minute you could be decorating your Christmas tree and the other you're sitting in an uncomfortable chair of the

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

Noel pushed me in a wheelchair down the long hall and into the small soundproof room where there were so many bells, buzzers, lights, and crying babies I felt immediately overwhelmed. Here sitting next to the incubator where my 4 pounds 8 ounces 11-inch baby girl Jessica lay hooked up to so many little wires and tubes I just burst into tears. This did not look all right and I was scared. Thankfully a very kind nurse assured me this was just precautionary and she would be just fine. She needed a little extra assistance breathing and feeding, but she could do both on her own. During the course of the conversation, I realized it had been not just a few hours I had slept but days. It was now 4 days after my daughter’s birth and I had not yet had the opportunity to touch or hold her. Initially, I felt somewhat cheated out of those first days, but the next 24 hours felt like the longest day of my life.

The day finally came, I went with my son around noon to the appointment, and I remember I was four months pregnant with my baby girl. The nurse called us back to the room and we waited for the doctor, once the doctor step a foot in the office my heart dropped. As a mom I had a feeling that something was wrong. The doctor’s words were

I had an overwhelming feeling come over me and I was extremely worried I thought something was wrong. The doctor enters the room with her laptop, she placed it on the counter and she opened up my file and looked over what my sonographer and nurse recorded. She too had a concern look on her face "Well according to these measurements your baby hasn't grown much from the last time we checked and usually when babies aren't growing we tend to prep you for labor because there's no growth and we'd have better success of growth by getting the baby out and breastfeeding

Pulling into the crowded parking lot, full of anticipation and anxiety, I followed arrows that pointed me to the office where I had been going once a month for eight months. No amount of preparation readied me for the swirling range of emotions that my heart would feel when the nurse walked in two days before my due date and said, “we’re going to have to induce you.” No hospital bag, no one with me, and not even calming music. I had nothing with me to take with me to the delivery room. I scrambled to call someone while I was being wheeled through crosswalk over Church Street to the Baptist Hospital registration table. The enthusiastic lady at the registration table walked me through the steps of registering and offered to help contact my family.

“The baby’s heart rate is decreasing. Let’s prep for an emergency cesarean section right now!” The nurse rolled me into prep. As I lay here on this table, all I could think about was if God was punishing me for all the wrong I have done in the pass. I didn’t care what he had for me, as long as my baby pulls through. I don’t have time to be scared. All I need is to see Marcus face and I’ll be good until my princess is born. Once they administrated the anesthesia, the operation begun. As I felt every pull and nudge, I looked back on my life and how it could have been

My life began when I was born unto two people who loved me but could not keep me. About three months after my birth, I was found by a policeman in the middle of a large park in Nanchang, Jiangxi and brought to a local orphanage that is still supporting orphans to this day. As sad as the beginning of my life sounds, I was one of the lucky ones. Many unwanted children are discarded in ways that ensure their deaths, bumped around to different temporary homes, or brought up through orphanages until adulthood when they are sent to live on the streets. I was placed in two different foster home, both sets of foster parents loved me and looked out for my health. 16 months later I was adopted by wonderful American family and brought to live in Eugene,

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.

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.

My most memorable childhood event was when I was 15 years old. It was the Fourth of July. A big family vacation a barbeque, over night stay and out of town trip to six flags, and I had a blast the night before me, my mom, sisters and brother packed our bags to stay the night over my cousin house in Goodlettsville ,Tennessee. She had the biggest house ever I thought it was a mansion; six bedrooms two an half bath, a swimming pool, a game/movie room with a nice big kitchen. It was something that I was not use, knowing that we stayed in a three bedroom based on an income apartment on the East side of Nashville.

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.