Personal Narrative Analysis

All had been going well, and then I found out again I was pregnant with another girl. I was a bit surprised because the other children had pretty much been planned, but now we were on our fifth child and the raise my husband had received was now starting to leave with all of our children. It didn’t matter because we had fought bigger storms than that and managed to make it through. I loved my husband and what he wanted pretty much made sure that I complied with it. Our family was expanding and I was happy and I felt great about it. Then sure enough, two years later I had my sixth child. It was another girl and that was my true blessing, because I wasn’t ready for her and I had considered having an abortion. I asked Maurice to take me to get an abortion in St. Louis because I was so far along I had to go out of state to where they could meet my needs. We arrived at the clinic and I just couldn’t do it. I had prayed about it and I just could not go through with the abortion. I’m glad that I didn’t, she is just amazing to me. However, things were starting to change all over again for my husband and myself.

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

We knew she had been sick for a while. It was the subtle tells, such as the wobbly knees and the lack of energy to even get up. It was inherently my choice: I could let her live in agony or put her to rest. I knew what the right thing to do was, but I was too selfish and stubborn to admit it. The night of the decision, I wept for her and what I was doing. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hinder my thoughts on to anything other than my baby. That morning, I got up and got ready like I usually would, then I laid next to her and looked at her. I knew I was doing the right thing but I couldn’t justify it.

My one true goal in life was always to be a mother. I was thirty years old and had underwent over four surgeries on my female organs. I had finally given up hope that I may ever get pregnant and it not ultimately end in a miscarriage.

Jerry wakes up in a dissociative state still hungover from the previous night’s drug binge, nullifying the pain with a fluffy, symmetrical line of Peruvian cocaine and a tightly packed bowl of luminescent green, trichome plastered cannabis nug sourced from California out of his Illadelph bong; naturally, Jerry was quite the aficionado in recreational drug use and progressive dependency. As dopamine floods his prefrontal cortex he’s invigorated with a renewed sense of grandiosity; he looks in the mirror, his eyes are sunken in, the pallor of his complexion is ghostly, an apparition of a once revered public figure. He averts his eyes to his many awards and commendations for a brief moment, before the cannabis takes effect. He brushes

My plan worked and, in the midst of an excruciatingly painful labor, I had a moment of pure clarity about the process. I was suddenly struck by how utterly amazing it was that I was capable of conceiving, growing and birthing a child. My body was so abused and broken throughout my struggle with anorexia I wasn't sure it would ever be strong enough to allow this magical moment. Giving birth proved that my body was strong and well healed; a transformation I often see in my clients but fail to recognize in

From the moment I was able to tie my shoes and button my jacket, I knew I wanted to be a doctor. While all my classmates at the La Petite Academy made macaroni trees and smiley faces, I drew myself with a stethoscope curing a poor man with the cold. Every year in elementary school, we had career day. Never straying from my love to helping others I wanted to be a surgeon one year, to a dentist the next, and even an obstetrician, I changed my mind quickly once I found out what they did. Looking back on my childhood, I always had a connection with animals and always loved being around them. Early mornings I would open our nearly frozen-shut windows listening to the birds calling. Beside from the squawking of the crows, I heard a soft, pleasant yet curious bird call. It stuck out to me

A middle-aged lady sitting patiently on the dental chair smiled faintly at me. It was my first time at Texas Mission of Mercy (TMOM), an event that provides free dental care to low income residents in Texas, and I did not know what to expect. I approached her and immediately noticed she was missing a front tooth. She introduced herself as Anne, and she told me her life story right off the bat. In summary, the culprit of her missing tooth was her abusive ex-husband. Despite her troubled past, she had a positive energy, but I could tell she was insecure about her smile. Finally, the dentist arrived back with her removable dental partials, and within seconds, he gave back the smile she deserved. When Anne saw her reflection, she immediately cried

As well as there is the other sentence in this article said, “They undoubtedly saw rainbow patterns in the misty spray, but were convinced they had discovered a fairy grotto.” I would like to visit South Island and Milford Sound again as last time I did not see a rainbow. I would imagine that I rotate my neck to see the rainbow, it would be as a heaven, discovered a fairy grotto. Event though, “Jessie explains that Milford Sound is actually a fiord, carved out by a glacier and then flooded by the sea, whereas a sound is a flooded river valley.” For my opinion, it seems that Milford Sound is just a fiord rather than a sound. However, it is still the most experienced traveller, which means you won’t regret to travel under the one of the most

Back in the late 90’s, all I wanted was a baby. I was working in a stress-filled job, suffering from miscarriages and experiencing health issues. My sled at that time was weighted down with pain and stress, but piled even higher with frustration. I made it through, and have a beautiful daughter to show for it, but I think I could have succeeded in a better way. I took the whole struggle on myself, didn’t rely enough on my husband or family and I let it consume me. Most importantly, I blamed God instead of asking him for help.

I usually neither support nor oppose the candidates running in the local elections. But, I am going to take an exception this time to openly declare my support of Dr. Nazeera Dawood for the Johns Creek City Council's Post 5.

“I didn’t spend a lot of time being afraid…. Just before and after and during patrol. John answered, as he finished his coffee. “There’s nothing like a cold cup of coffee.”

On Saturday, September 5th, myself and a few other coworkers had our personal cars parked on the Dollar Thrifty lot and was told to go and park at the employee lot at Hertz. Dana approached and confronted me about my car. The way I was addressed by her made me feel demeaned. Her tone was elevated, talking to me as if I was a child being scolded.  A child like the one she had in the passenger seat when I was confronted. She told me to move my car when my coworker came to relieve me. My response to her was okay. She stayed there for a minute than asked me had she made herself clear, again talking to me like a child. My response was " I heard you". She continued and asked if it was a problem. Again, my response was "I

I can honestly say going through labor was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. Once Freddrick finally did arrived I knew that I would love him unconditionally for the rest of my life. He was just as precious as he could be and didn’t have a worry in this world. I didn’t know the type of mother I would be, but I was determined to be a different type of teenage mother. I wanted to show everyone I might be young with a son, but I made sure Freddrick was taken care of financially, Freddrick came first in my life at all times, Freddrick had disciplined in his life, and that he would know that mommy would always love him regardless of what happens through life.

So I'm having one of those mummy moments where you just look at your child and think I can't believe your all mine, I call Jacob my miracle baby because I really do believe he is a Miracle after a 4 miscarriages and a molar pregnancy I felt useless and never thought I'd know that feeling of holding your baby in your arms. When he was born i felt like the happiest person in the world but had this niggling feeling at the back of my head as much as I tried to push it away it was always there I felt so guilty here I was with my perfect baby that id prayed for and there were people out there who would never have there own child and I still couldn't be happy as much as I tried I managed to hide it well for the first year