My Premature Birth

My grandmother, who is the mother of my mom, passed away due to heart failure at the age of 87. Since I was 6 or 7 she had been living in our house. The reason for that was, my grandfather, that I was named after passed away a year before I was born, so she was alone, and she was starting to get old. Since she lived with us for so many years, she had been a very important figure in my life. I can honestly say that she was like a 3rd parent for me, and losing her, made me fell horrible and helpless. I witnessed how real death is because of her passing. Combined with puberty, my grief caused me to become depressed for a long time. As I’m looking back it sounds really extreme, but there were some days that I did not even leave the bed thinking that there was no point to our existence. Thanks to some psychological counselling however, I was able to overcome that mental

Life as a child was really rough,. When I was about 9 years old, my mother would abuse me for completely nothing. eEverything I did was wrong. If I didn’t never eat all my food, I would get slapped,. if I didn’t never do my homework, iI would get slapped. Taking care of my siblings was hard enough and iI was slacking on my school work because I hadve so much to do at home. All I ever did was stay home, watch kids, clean house, and make dinner. I was the oldest, so I didn’t really have a choice but to do all those things because my mother was a druggie. During my teenage years, it got a little better because my mother she had a job,. sShe was going to gonna graduate soon and her siblings wereas doing pretty good in school, Uuntil one day she woke up to people knocking on the door. sShe yelled “Hold on i’m coming.”

Although I had an older brother and sister, I felt alone a great deal of the time I was growing up. I never "acted out" my need for attention. I did not get bad grades in school. On the contrary, I was a quiet child who made the honor roll. I was always given my sisters hand-me-downs which I resented. My grandmother was very strict and often cold. There were never hugs or kisses and not once do I remember an I love you. My father still came to visit, but remarried when I was eight. His new wife was like something out of a horror novel. The mental torture that I endured was a million times worse than what Cinderella went through. My grandmother along with my brother and sister came up with a nickname for me. They called me dog and taunted me every time we passed the pet supplies in the grocery store. At the age of ten my beloved paternal grandmother Memo, the only light in my otherwise dark world, died in her sleep while I was in the next room. I sat and watched as the paramedics tried to revive her with no success. On the car ride back home, my stepmother screamed at my father to "shut me up and stop my crying," as if what I had just been through should not have affected me at all. She left my father a few years later. At fifteen I ran away from my grandmothers house and went to live with my dad. I was receiving survivors support which I never saw once I moved in with my father. Although I did not know it

Premature birth has been linked to a vast array of lungs problems, the earlier the birth the greater risk of health complications(Davis R and Mychaliska G, 2013). A majority of the health problems will affect the infant for the rest of their life (Davis R and Mychaliska G, 2013). Infants born between the canalicular and the saccular period (week 25) have lung development that is unsuitable for gas exchange (Davis R and Mychaliska G, 2013). Two major complications that arise with undeveloped lungs is bronchopulmonary dysplasia, and pulmonary arterial hypertension (Mahgoub L. et al. 2017).

When I was around 8 years old my mom got pregnant with a baby boy, and it excited everyone, especially me. Almost 5 months into her pregnancy my parents began to argue a lot, and my mom thought my dad cheated. She decided to have an abortion without letting anyone in our family know. She just pretended she lost the baby, until several months later when the truth eventually came out. My mom’s decision affected our whole family leaving everyone with unanswered questions, hurt, and heartache. Even my mom too this day experiences challenges living with the fact that she took another life, which led to many months of depression, hurt, and

My Mom knew she was pregnant with me when she took a pregnancy test. During the first trimester she tried eating healthy when she was hungry which was not often. My Mom lost eleven pounds the doctors became very concerned and threatened to put her in the hospital if she did not gain weight. They told her to go the grocery store and buy anything she wanted and not worry about eating healthy until she gained weight, so she bought a lot of chocolate cakes and donuts. At 9 in the morning she would get morning sickness every Sunday. During the second trimester my Mom started to get cravings such as nachos and pickles. Every two weeks my Mom had to go and get an ultrasound. The ultra sounds continued into the third trimester. My Mom gained 35 pounds during the time.

As a young child, I was always closer to my father, so witnessing him do such horrible things to my mother had forever traumatized me. My parent’s separation during my prepubescent years was the worst experience I had in my life. I fell into a stage in which I resented my father for damaging our home and not only breaking my mother’s heart, but mine as well. I could not and would not grasp the idea that living in New York would somehow be better for us. I would spend night after night crying myself to sleep because all I wanted was my family to go back to what I considered normal for a long

Throughout my life I've suffered through nurmous horrific events. It began when I was born, when I was diagnosed with Poland syndrome. Poland syndrome is a rare birth defect characterized by underdevelopment of the chest muscle on one side of the body. In most individuals, (me) the missing part is the large section of the muscle that attaches to the upper arm on one side and the breastbone on the other, In women the breast will be noticeably different in overall size and nipple size. I attend a facilty titled "Touching You," for treatment and will later have corrections surgically made later down the road. When I was six years old, my father remarried for the first time to a woman who haunts my mind til this day. Her father took

Another part of the information I gathered was Miguel’s parents did not have a very good health insurance or they did not have any health insurance at all to stay in the hospital until he was at an ideal weight to go home. Being born at 5 pounds, Miguel was a premature birth. Premature births can be caused by high blood pressure, trauma, chronic illness, or lack of nutrients and oxygens (Hellmann, 2009). In addition of not being able to stay in the hospital, Miguel had refused to latch on and nurse. According to Hoecker (2015), this refusal to latch on could be brought on by Miguel’s stress level, having breathing problems, or finding it difficult to latch on properly. All of these stresses have put Miguel on a path of challenges he will have

My mother had it rough growing up. Forced to be out of the house nearly by dawn and only to return by nightfall, she was ignored and turned away by her mother. All throughout her childhood, and most of her young adult life until she ran away, my mother was

      Throughout the years, our brain shape has changed in result of the nutrition received. The amount of nutrition received is the biggest factor with regard to the change in brain size. Therefore, the sufficient nutrition increased the size of the brain. In result, the increased brain size created advanced cognitive functions.

Losing my mother was very traumatising. She was the only parent I knew since the age of three and the one person I knew I could depend on one hundred percent. I was in school when one of my cousin came to inform me that I was to return home immediately. In my gut I knew something serious must have happened to my mother. I do not remember how I got home. When I saw several people crying at my home and nobody was really make eye contact with me, I just started to cry too and that is when someone told me how sorry they were for my loss. I was in shock for more than three days. I did not sleep nor eat and I did not shade single tears after the initial outburst. Basically I just wanted to crawl in a corner and never wake up from the nightmare. However, I had to become an adult and I

If it wasn’t for my mom I would be in a graveyard, I am truly grateful for her. I was suppose to be aborted but my mom take the money from my dad and buy onesies and diapers instead. He didn’t pay me any attention the first year of my life. I live with my mom and sister for 16 years in jamaica. My dad at the Time live on Nantucket, he supported me by sending money through western union and every January he would visit me and carry a few pieces of clothes for me. Every time I would hear the story from my mom how my dad didn 't want anytime to do with me, every time she said that I cried inside. My mom wasn 't rich, she hustle to send us girls to school and put food on the table lucky for us our school was three minutes away. My sister and I always went back home for lunch and we didn 't have to worry about transportation. I always have a reaction to insects bites especially mosquitoes and there are a lot of them around. When they bit me I would break out and that leaves big scars on my

I was steadily put into the hospital daycare at three years old while Toysha would be visiting my father, but at times he would end up being too sick for me to come visit, so my mother would take me to my grandmothers and she would have to take care of me. Eventually, Christopher’s cancer started to metastasize, and together my mother and father decided to make the decision to have me go live with my grandmother for the better. Christopher did not want me to be around to see him in that condition and my mother thought I would have a better way of living if I was not with them. The love that they had for each other allowed them to make rational decisions and sacrifices for the better of my life and

When my mother was a young girl her parents got divorced, a messy affair that started with abuse and ended with my grandpa kidnapping his four children. They were living in Lebanon at the time, and he had brought them to Canada without so much as a note left for my grandmother. For 20 years my mom and her siblings lived without a mother, in poverty, abused by relatives and constantly changing schools. My gedo, the same man who would play tag with me as we waited for my school bus would resort to corporal punishment for the slightest indiscretion his children might've made. Despite all this, my mother rebelled against her