My Baby Niece

It was Wednesday morning, 6:30am, and yes I had to go to school. I remember calling and begging, asking if I could take the day off, but mom wasn’t having any of it, so I had to get ready. The pain was gone, which I was fortunate about, but I still felt ill. I hopped into the shower, washed up, and when I got out I collapsed. White light again, but this time it was all I could see. I closed my eyes. I was on the floor, unable to move. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally opened my eyes. I went straight to my bed, and fell asleep. I woke up a mess, and felt worse than before. I looked at my phone, and saw at least six hundred missed called from mom. I called her, fearing for what was to come. “WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DIDN’T YOU GO TO SCHOOL?” She screamed. “I’m at home. I didn’t go to school because I feel worse than before. I really need to go to the hospital.” I whimpered. She told me that we’ll go when she comes back from work, and I agreed. Back to sleep I went. I wake up to my mom rushing into my room. She signaled to get ready by moving her head quickly forty-five degrees to the left. I got ready to leave, and we left at around

As I looked up, the sky was dark the sidewalk illuminated by the streetlights. The sound of crickets and cars echoing through my ears. I walked home that night, tears in my eyes. I was leaving, I couldn’t handle it anymore. The meds, doctors, psychiatrists nothing was working, our lives were in constant danger. By the time I got home the car was gone. By the time, I finished packing it was dawn. The sun creeping in through the shutters. For the next couple of days, I crashed at Jason’s before I headed South. I heard my cell ringing, it was mom… I let it go to voicemail.

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

At 4:30 am, my alarm went off; I was more tired than ever. I rolled over stepping onto the wood floor. I walked to the bathroom feeling as if I could collapse and fall back into my deep sleep. After my shower, I went back into the snug, little room I was calling home for the time being at my grandparent’s house. I was at my grandparents house due to the fact that my dad and Stacy were already in the Dominican Republic. I packed my last few belongings and crawled back into the bed to fall asleep for a few minutes. I assumed that ten minutes had passed when I remember hearing my grandparents talking about how we had to leave soon. My grandma came in asking us what we had wanted for breakfast. Mickenzie and I told her we weren’t hungry and got out of the warm cozy bed to get in the car. After changing, we went out to the kitchen to say bye to our grandma, seeing that there wasn’t room for her in the car. She gave us a huge, tight bear hug telling us to be safe.

One night as I searched for my mother, my dad told me she was not feeling like herself. My dad told me to let her rest that night and I could talk to her the following morning. As I started to wake up the next morning my father was sitting at the foot of my bed and informed me I’d be spending the day with my Aunt Michelle because my mother had a doctor’s appointment. I could not wrap my head around why I would not be attending this appointment but had attended all the others. Later that evening once again both my parents came into my room but this time without smiles. With a shaky voice my mom began to tell me she had been diagnosed with Preeclampsia and her illness was progressing quickly. Now with tears running down her face she continued

I was 33 years old on November 9th, 2000. My family was made of myself, my husband, Doug, my daughter, Haley, and our dog, Josie. Haley was only 2 years and 9 months old at the time of the birth of her new baby brother, but I wasn’t quite sure how she would handle not having all of the attention. I could tell something was off from the moment I woke up that day. To start, Haley wouldn’t stop crying from the moment she woke up. As for me, I was feeling sick, and was having a few contractions here and there. I was packing my things for the hospital because I was scheduled to have a C-section November 10th. Afternoon came and my condition was getting worse and worse, things got so bad that Doug and I decided we should go to the hospital. I was mortified because I just needed the baby to wait a couple more hours. I could not have this baby come out of the birth canal, my

I tumble down the stairs shrieking when I hit each step. The stairs are a spiraled staircase so my head was hitting the metal rails as well. I finally reached the bottom. When I woke up I saw nobody, I couldn’t even see. I started freaking out. Then I felt a little pinching sensation at my calf then suddenly I fell back asleep. I woke up to hear that my wife had a baby.

I groaned and slowly sat up, it was still dark..I looked around and saw the boys still sleeping. I heard whimpering form the baby monitor. I walked towards Justin's nursery and opened it. Justin was awake, He was sucking his pacifier and had his blanket in his hand. Tears literally covered his face, and snot was running down like rivers

She stood up to see and then look down on me with the biggest smile on her face and nod yes. Tears started to roll down my eyes it was the best feeling ever its hard to explained it, I was so happy but at the same time anxious I wanted to see her I wanted to hold her, I knew that they had to check her and clean her up. The nurse signal my sister to go where they were cleaning her it felt like the longest time ever I could see the doctor moving it seem like they were pulling and tugging but honestly didn’t care what they were doing to me, I just wanted to see Minerva I wanted to hold her. I had carried this little person for 37 weeks, I had felt her kicks, her hiccups, I had talk to her about this day, I had already been mad at her for the night

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.

We drove for what seemed hours to my six year old self. When we arrived in the parking lot of the hospital, which I can never remember the name of, he told us why we were there. Lauren threw a fit, screaming and crying like someone was hurting her. She shouted “I never wanted him”. I believe that is still to this day the biggest lie she has ever told. We walked up to the big glass hospital doors, and straight through them to the elevator. I waited and waited for what seemed forever until the big silver doors opened, and my dad showed us which way to go. We walked past room after room listening to the crying and sometimes laughter. Finally, we got to the right room and we walked in. There sat my mother on a hospital bed. She didn’t seem hurt or in pain, but they said it was happening fast. At one point my mother’s father (Poppy) took us down to the cafe, and all I remember is that hospitals have very good spaghetti. My Poppy got a phone call and all of the sudden we were on the move, going through the halls like there was a fire we were trying to escape from. When we got back to my mother’s hospital room, everyone looked so upset; their faces, eyes and cheeks were red and

At first we had to be very,very quite. We needed to make sure that the baby wouldn’t wake up. Everything was fine until one day in the middle of the morning at 6:00 am I woke up scared. I heard a little baby crying and I looked on the other side of the bed to check on my mom. The strange thing was that she wasn’t there. So I went to the other room and I saw my mom teaching my sister how to take care of the baby. Which was a lot of work because she was just a new mother. She needed to learn a lot and we needed time. I tried to go to back to sleep but I couldn’t. I was actually thinking on how I HAD to change for the best. I needed to change in a better way. Not just for the baby one day I hope to be a good example. I actually thought it wa time

“Is this Erin?” my voice squealed with joy, “I love her!” My heart was leaping excitedly, and I almost couldn’t handle the situation! It was the greatest moment of my life! We finally took her home after a few days at the hospital and when we did, I knew that I would have a best friend for life. Someone who would always stand by my side and someone who I would be standing next to in turn. Family lasts forever and at that point in life, I had begun a lifelong mutual relationship with one special

As I slowly opened my eyes and drew in a breath, I started to realize where I was, I didn’t quite remember how I got there but I know that somehow I ended up in a hospital. There was a nurse in there who suddenly let out a gasp. Odd I thought, she quickly rushed out of the room and in what felt like an hour but really was a minute, came back with my parents and a doctor. My mom was sobbing and ran over to embrace me in a huge hug. After giving my mom and I a minute, the doctor walked over to me and started to explain what happened.

“The youngest child gets everything.” I could not agree any less with this phrase when I was the youngest in my family. Every child would know the kind of ‘power’ their younger sibling has over them. Therefore, I am guilty of taking advantage of this privilege against my older brother and sister. To begin with, I purposely placed both of them in trouble whenever they made me cry or whenever they don’t obey what I want them to do. In short, I was very spoiled and stubborn child, but nevertheless, I treasured those moments where I was always their center of attention. That was before my parents told me that I was going to have a younger sister.