My First Baby - Original Writing

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

“For when a child is born the mother is also born again,” has been rightfully

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

Motherhood is everything dreams are made of, and yet at the same time nothing that is anticipated.

It was incredible! I was not sure exactly how a woman is supposed to feel after becoming a mother, but I was so overprotective, emotional and scared. I was so sensitive and started crying. I wanted everyone to go away and leave me alone, because I was afraid my life would change radically after this, and I was not prepared yet for them to see this change. After a few minutes, I realized I was so weak I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but that was also the best feeling I’d ever had. I was thinking I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best, but I’d just had my daughter, and I was so nervous about being a young mother in college. I tried to open my eyes to admire my baby’s beautiful face and thought I was so brave, because I had

All of a sudden, I felt this sharp pain in my stomach. I thought nothing of it because I have had false labor pains the whole pregnancy. As I gently rubbed my stomach humming my favorite song. “ You are my Sunshine” not even halfway through the song another sharp pain. I thought, “okay girls you don’t like that song anymore or my singing maybe something else.” So I eased my way out the recliner and decided maybe a glass of water would help. Standing in the kitchen it happened again, but this time the pain has gone across my stomach down my spine, now the pain seemed to be coming every 20 minutes. Then my water broke. Of course, this is where I begin to panic. I yelled out for my husband John who was sounded asleep in the bedroom. He came running like the house was on fire. Without even speaking a word we both knew that we had to get to the hospital fast. He asked,” How far apart.” I stated, about 20 minutes” with a long pause we knew we had to get to the hospital

During my pregnancy I unfortunately also suffered from prenatal depression and anxiety. Immediately following the birth of  my son, prenatal depression seamlessly handed off the baton to postpartum depress. I suffered immensely physically and emotionally. It 's crushing knowing that for nine months I provided a safe, warm home for my little one , delivering an absolutely perfect, beautiful little boy into this world. Darkness, sadness, and hopelessness were the absolute last emotions I ever expected having.

When I had my son via emergency cesarian I was not prepared for what the recovery time would look like. Sleeping on the couch for the first week because I couldn't lift myself onto my bed. Trying to find a comfortable nursing position that would allow my sore belly some breathing room while also staying as close to my brand new baby as possible. Don't even get me started on trying to clean the house or make myself lunch. It felt impossible and the idea of my husband going back to work a week after our son was born felt like a threat. At the time I had no idea what a postpartum doula was, but If I did I would have hired one.

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

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.

Many women have babies every day in life, but I believe having a baby can be the scariest thing you can actually go through being a teenager. There are more teenagers having babies with no guidance or direction in their lives today. I know being pregnant at 17 for me was the scariest moment of me being a teenager. The thought of me becoming a mother made me scared because I had no idea how to prepare, for the pain that my son (Freddrick) and I will have to endure.

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.

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.

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