Mother Day

This pregnancy began with many nausea and sadness. I went to my doctor every month for my routine check ups. When I had four moths pregnant the doctor sent me to do a sonogram and that day the doctor informed that my baby was a girl I could not believe it. That day I was the happiest mother in the word I because I was waiting for that little girl since my first pregnancy. I thought I would never be able to have a girls because in my family were more boys than girls. For me I felt that I was dreaming, so I did not tell my husband any thing about the baby’s gender. My husband was helping me with my other two children helped in the housework, gave me massages, and he spoiled me with special meals.

One day while walking through Frankenmuth, my mother had a gut feeling that she was expecting. When my parents returned home from the day’s festivities my mom snuck away to take a pregnancy test, which confirmed she was in fact pregnant. According to my dad, he was surprised and very excited to be expecting. My parents had long been trying to start their family but had suffered a miscarriage 8 weeks into their first pregnancy. Due to the prior miscarriage, my parents decided to use caution and wait until they made it through the first trimester to share the news with friends and family. My mother went on to explain that pregnancy changed everything for her from her diet to her daily activities. Both of my parents

Finding out about my pregnancy was a huge shock to me. It likely that among five young adult, three are likely to have unplanned pregnancy which is my situation. The semester already started before I realize that I was pregnant. And never believe that I was pregnant. This was my first pregnancy, and going through morning sickness was not an exciting stage in my life. I was living at the school dorm in Gainesville, but also transit to Dallas, Tx for my appointment. The father of my baby showed less concern

I knew something was wrong. The next two weeks went by with the exact symptoms; my stomach was in a knot, the smell of food made me want to vomit, and all I wanted to do was sleep. One afternoon I finally made myself take a pregnancy test. The faded second line had my heart into a million pieces. At seventeen years old I Brooke Nardoni was pregnant. As I was hysterically bailed my eyes out and thought my life was over. I ended up telling my mom the next day after school. We both cried what has happened but she encouraged me that I would do the right thing and she would be by my side every step of the way no matter what I choose to do with my

It was late February in 1998 when I found out I was expecting another child. I was 16 years old. It should have been a happy day it was my daughter’s 1st birthday party and everyone was there. The house was full of family and friends and smelled of chill and cake. Please don’t get me wrong, it was a happy day for the most part until I found out I was pregnant. Scared and not knowing what to do, I kept this what most would call exciting news to myself. You see I was dating a man and he was not a very nice person he was mentally and physically abusive to me most of our relationship and he was the soon to be father. A month or so went by after I told him and we were both somewhat excited him more than I. I was more scared then anything. He managed to get himself into some legal trouble and was sent away for a long time. Where did that leave me? I was scared to death

Terrified was an understatement. “Surgery….surgery…surgery…” was the only word that I heard echoed through the room , and suddenly images of knifes and flesh being cut invaded my ten years old mind. Peritonitis, was what I had, “unfortunately” I thought then, yet “fortunately” I know now. My calling in life was then discovered and for that I will be forever grateful. Petrified and alone, I was yearning for someone to understand my fear and explain what is about to happen to me; to clarify what the doctors said. That 's when a Physician Assistant walked in and changed my life forever. I will always remember Julie 's smile and reassuring voice which filled me with a sense of calm and genuine comfort. She was carrying a doll and highlighted what my surgery was all about. As I lay in bed recovering after surgery, I decided that one day I will be like Julie and I will help people feel secure and safe in the healthcare setting.

There are two very different settings in Gloria Naylor’s “Mama Day”. Both settings happen to be characterized by the ideas and culture of the people who inhabit the different places, both being located in America. Throughout “Mama Day” Naylor tells a story of two African Americans, that are in love, from different backgrounds. Cocoa who was born in Willow Springs, an island that is not considered part of the United States and that is not part of South Carolina nor Georgia, was raised by two female figures and George, an orphan who grew up in a program controlled by whites. As Naylor tells the story of the relationship between the two characters, the reader begins to realize the issue of maintaining the identity of African Americans. In Gloria

Sleepless nights, crippling fatigue and unrelenting pain and stiffness ensued. I had to adapt the way I picked up and held my baby. I needed help with household tasks. I lost my independence along with any hope for my future.

At first, finding out I was pregnant was a devastating shock to not only myself but everyone around me. I was only eighteen and was a senior in high school. I had such high expectations for myself.

When I was 21, I had experience something that heart breaking. The loss of an unborn child. To being engaged, planning a wedding, but most of all becoming a mother. “When I cry from it, I cry over the idea of it lasting forever, not the pain itself. (Bliss, 179), I can honestly understand this when Bliss was speaking about. Becoming a mother is extremely important, even though I had the opportunity. I couldn’t keep it. I was in pain more emotionally instead of physical. I was nervous and happy at the same time. Losing a child made me to be depress, having physical pain, and overcoming the pain.

My mom was actually due on my birthday, which I wasn’t too happy about but it was not the end of the world. We began shopping for baby clothes, seeing ultrasounds, having a baby shower; it was all becoming real. The doctors told her she would be having a caesarian section on December 7th, a day before my birthday. When the day

It all started towards the end of my Junior year in highschool. I was sixteen at the time living your average teenage girl life, then BOOM!!! I was sixteen and pregnant. I was terrified to tell my mom because I knew it would disappoint her and she would be very upset with me. I knew I would eventually have to tell her. I told her I was having

One thing in my life that I had to dive into doing was being a single parent. I no longer had just myself to worry about and to take care of; I was going to have another person to be responsible for. I had a mixture of feelings when I found out I was pregnant. I did not know if his dad was going to be around or not to help me. I was worried, nervous, scared and excited all at the same time.

Dale Kennington’s unique artwork presents a realist view which encourages the viewers to examine her art that illustrates “everyday” occurrences in a new and distinct way. In her oil on canvas piece, Mothers’ Day, 1996, Kennington displays numerous young girls clothed in extravagant, decorative dresses in a nondescript waiting room; many accompanied by what seems to be their mothers. Each dress is depicted with vivid, saturated color for implied emphasis. The adult women, assumed mothers by the title of the piece, are primping their daughters for what seems to be a pageant show of some sort by the identification number visible on the dress of one girl. Light and bouncy curls accentuate the young girls’ faces as they prepare for the show. Light from an unseen overhead light creates a spotlight on most of the girls, casting shadows across the room’s floor. In this scene, the mothers seem to be actively preparing their daughters whereas most of the girls appear to be unbothered and patiently waiting for what is to come next. This piece is quite large, 10 by 6 feet, which allows for the audience to feel as if they were standing in the painting; this emphasizes the realism of the piece. Kennington’s use of realism allows for this scene to be represented candidly, and without artificiality and she achieves this by using formal components that challenge the audience to rethink their predetermined notions of any particular event, such as this one.

Telling my family about the pregnancy was going to be one of the most petrifying things I’d ever had to do. I honestly know how to know to tell them or who I was going to tell first, I was nervous about what the outcome would be. Telling my child’s father was first though. Moreover, me and my family finding out the news, he had been in a juvenile detention center. When we would be on the phone I would