My Life After My Pregnancy

I closed the door, and I held that piece of jewelry in my hand for twenty-six hours, all the way down to my new home in Florida. I remember stepping out of the truck into the warm, stifling air. I inhaled deeply and thought to myself, this is it, this is where my new life begins. This is where I show my family that I am strong, I’ll show them that nothing can break me down now. I was alone in the beginning part of my new life. It taught me strength I didn’t know I had. People just need to hope and believe that old relationships can kindle back together, which they did when we were able to move back home to CT. Having to change everything so quickly at such a young age made me realize that everything really does happen for a reason and life will fall back into place when you just have a little hope and understanding. I grew up to be the woman I am today because of learning what reality can be, having to mature at such a young age, and in being one structure that helped to hold my family together through this difficult time. The hard times were a learning point that created the beautiful and meaningful things I have in my life today and I would not go back and change anything that has

She wrote, “I remember, the night I figured out I was pregnant, my mother just sat there and held me. I knew she would support me through this whole thing.” She also wrote, “Without my sister, mom and best friend I wouldn’t have made it through this part of my life.” With a lot on her plate like, completing school, working, dance and maintaining a friend group, all while trying to raise a child, life was going to get difficult fast. Her main goal while having a child was to graduate. She said “So many people told me to just give up, there is no way I’ll be able to do both. I told myself I had to, for my baby.” With the help of her mom and sister, she did just that on June 13th 1997. Through lots of consultations with family and friends she persevered with her baby. She didn’t let this small mistake affect the rest of her

Finally, a personal struggle that happened in my life was what happened with my mother’s friend, Lynzee. Lynzee had six children, four girls and two boys. She really wanted to have another addition to her family. So, when she found out that she was pregnant with a baby girl she was filled with joy. Sadly, her baby was born too early and was fighting for her survival. Her first name was Violet and her middle name was Hope. Violet fought hard and long for her life, but her body was just too weak. She ended up passing away two years after her birth. Lynzee and her family were devastated at the loss of their family member. She overcame this difficult struggle by being with her family and looking on the

We had just celebrated the new year, a sign of new beginnings. The past fall my mother and I had a fight and were only communicating on a need to know. I had a boyfriend at the time, we had been dating for almost two years. I loved him and he loved me and I felt like nothing could ever go wrong, boy was I wrong. It was a cold morning, I woke up feeling strange but I could not quite figure out why. Jacob, my boyfriend, was the one who put the idea in my head. A couple hours later my life had went from just a normal nineteen year old, to being a nineteen year old facing being a mother. I was pregnant and there was nothing I could do to change that. Telling my parents, especially my mother was nearly impossible, “[a]nd after seeing my mother’s disappointed face once again, something inside of me began to die” (Tan 321).

Before I was born, I went through a lot. One day my mother went to a doctor’s appointment and found that she had Gestational

Especially because I don't want you to end up like me.” The conversation is still fresh in my memory and tears form in the corner of my eyes when I think about it. My mother was aware that her life was no walk in the park and I think that's what hurt me the most. I would never want my children to see me in such a state that I've seen my mother in. At the same time I would want her to see that hard work truly pays off. A miracle is just another word for the result of hard work. Some people are born with silver spoons in their mouth and I've seen how meaningless their lives turn out to be. My mother proved to me that your struggles make you stronger and define who you are. Struggling is almost impossible to avoid and rather than sulking about it, I'd rather use it to make me a stronger person, like my mom

That day I realized I wasn’t as special as I thought I was. I was an accident, a big mistake. I soon realized my mom never graduated from High School and that she could be sent back to Mexico at any moment. My dad, on the other hand, graduated from high school and after I was born he got his associates degree in some type of engineering. My dad’s degree was my families advantage. Even with his degree, my mom is still my idol. She is the toughest person I know. She worked two 8 hour shifts when my dad went to school, she never cared what might happen to her as long as my siblings and I were happy. She walks with honor and pride even when people tried to bring her down, and trust me they tried. They used me as the trigger. I am the reason she never made it to

During our conversation many topics were discussed. During my time talking to the family I started to notice a few worrisome details. First, the mother was going to stay home with the infant while the father went back to work. Though she had a lot of family present for the birth, they don’t live in Colorado. The mother shared she has struggled with depression during her pregnancy and was worried about if it was going to come back. It became clear that I needed to focus my teaching on educating the family about postpartum depression due to the mothers’ risk factors. I questioned the

It 's 2:30 in the morning, and the only thing that surrounds me are the continuous sounds of dry heaves and vomit, spewing into the toilet in front of me. This is my third pregnancy. Hyperemesis Gravidarum - the diagnosis I have now heard three times. But this time, the circumstances were a bit different. Just a few short months ago, my husband and I made the decision to have my tubal ligation reversed. We had previously talked about the possibility of having more children and knew the challenges we were likely to face. But it wasn 't until my diagnosis that it became a reality that it was no longer on my time.

When caring for a postpartum mother, it is very important to keep the new mother comfortable at all times during her stay in the hospital, making sure that her pain is well managed. Also, “for the first one hour after birth, checking vital signs every 15 minutes” should be a priority. (Leifer 2015, p.147). While caring for the new mother, the new born baby should also be properly monitor, it is very important to keep the vital signs of the new born checked at all times and also be sure that the APGAR score is good. Teaching the postpartum mother how to take care of herself, her new born baby and her family (not neglecting her partner) Is very important, especially if the baby is the first born into the

I changed from a youth to an adult when I found out that I was pregnant and going to be a mom. My first reaction to being pregnant frighten me so I only told my best friend Chasity. When I went to school and out in public I made sure to wear my big hoodie so, no one could tell that I was gaining weight. Being pregnant changed the way my time was spent with my friends. I had to stay home most of the time while my friends went out to parties. I learn that I couldn’t no longer do the things I were doing before n I got pregnant. I stopped playing volleyball on the court and just kept score in the book. I stayed home and prepared myself to becoming a mom. I put school first and made sure that I gradate, because I was in the eleventh grade. On my

This conversation, made me look upon my life and relate to certain feelings when I felt helpless, but realized I had unconsciously overcome those feelings with determination and that was what she needed. When she had finished, I gave her the best advice that one could give and I told her that she was the strongest woman I had ever met and her child would look up to how hard she was working. Asking her if she believed in God, I then told her that He has a plan for everyone, and things happen for a reason because they’re meant to

My journey towards motherhood was one I have always hoped that I would embark on once I was fully prepared. When I planned for this journey, I envisioned owning a beautiful home, being in my career and being with my dream man. However, I guess I was not committed enough to myself to ensure my journey would be traveled as planned. This was evident by the fact that I chose to start my journey in October of 2013 while still attending graduate school, being a renter, working a mediocre job and dating a mediocre man. My decision to continue an unplanned pregnancy has resulted in me moving back in with my mother, in order to receive adequate emotional and physical support. Although, I am employed in a job that provides me with a sense of financial security, it fails to feel the void of fulfillment. My choice to continue my pregnancy was one that I currently find perplexing because it have impacted my personal and professional life. Additionally, it has also affected my identity and relationships. As expected it has also lead to a shift in my role within my family, society, and culture. Most importantly, my transition into motherhood has affected my mind, body and soul.

We tried desperately for seven years to start a family. Each month brought hope but ultimately ended with sadness and disappointment. My older sister, Hong, said, “God has a different plan for you”. Those simple words annihilated seven years of monthly despair. I made sure that I would listen more closely to my older sister from that moment on.

People come into our lives in the most unexpected way. This was the case with my little sister, Kamyla. My mother had said that I would be her only child since I was basically grown up at the age of 13 and she was too old to have any children at the age of 39. Yet, my mother got pregnant and I did not receive the news too well due to other circumstances in my family. I grew indifferent with my baby sister, resenting everything during my mother’s pregnancy. It was october 24th, 2010 and Kamyla was born, from the first moment she held my finger with her tiny hand, I learned the biggest value of my life, love. This was a key moment in my life because I chose to let go of my old attitude and focused on being the best sister Kamyla could have. She completely changed my life and I learned to let go of grudges, let go of negativity and focus on what matters, love. 7 years later, this value is still the most important to me.