Personal Narrative Essay: Birth To 18 Months

I remember that day as if it were yesterday, the day I had to testify against my real father. There I was, so young and scared, all eyes were on me making me even more nervous than I already was. I just wanted to back down and run away, but I knew that was not the right thing to do. I had to be strong and face my fears because that is the only way things will get better. I made sure to keep in the back of my mind that this would be the biggest thing I would ever have to do. If I did, everything else would be like a little bump in the road, nothing I can't handle. This event was one that started my transition from childhood to adulthood.

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

Growing up as a child, I was different from the rest of the kids in my current community. I grew up in a tiny religious dot, barely recognizably on a map; West Union, Ohio. I moved to Cincinnati shortly before my first grade year, but I can visually account for many memories that were created during my first portion of life in West Union.

There were many emotions that I experienced throughout the time that I had the baby. One among many was not anger but almost a despise of the fake baby. I did not think that taking the baby would be really as bad as it was, this being in the way that I was so strung out over this tiny machine making noise and others making a big deal out of it just adding to the stress. Also there were several points in this time that between my tiredness and my anger I was having mental collapses, crying, panicking, anxiety, these were things like me waiting for the baby to cry and then when it wouldn stop I would have to hold myself back or I felt like I was about to snap.

My mom got me my very first dog when I was seven. As a seven year old you can only imagine my excitement, but I had to contain myself or my mom would get mad all I wanted to do was talk about my new puppy. Instead I bounced my leg and hummed the whole way there. Once I saw him I knew he was the one. I had a hard time finding the name for my new puppy, my brother, Jacob, was the one who suggested the name Kooter as a joke, but to his surprise I loved it and ever since his name changed from Baby to Kooter. There are times when Kooter gets on my nerves, but I try not to yell at him. I do this because I know my time is short with him and I don't want him to remember me as a mean and high stress owner. I've had Kooter for ten years that makes

My prenatal development was normal. There were not any concerns or worries about my development. My mom had a fairly normal pregnancy other than preeclampsia. Preeclampsia is a medical condition in women who have not experienced high blood pressure, and developed in during a pregnancy (Preeclampsia and Eclampsia, 2016). High protein levels in urine and swelling of the hands, legs and feet are other symptoms of preeclampsia. My mom had an ultrasound at fourteen weeks. She did not have any other testing like an amniocentesis or chorionic villus sampling. It was unnecessary.

I decided to discuss the second trimester stage of development because for me, with both of my pregnancies, that is when I started to get really excited about having a baby. There is the whole scare of losing the baby in the first trimester but also that’s when I started to feel the baby move, both times in the 16th week, when the baby, and myself, grew the most (I gained 8 pounds in the 5th month with both pregnancies), and when I got so heavy I had to walk instead of run, it was actually faster from about 18 weeks on. Babycenter.com says that the fetus of 14 weeks of age is the size of a lemon, 3 ½ inches long and weighing 1 ½ ounces, while parents.com says it’s the same weight and length but the size of a peach. At 27 weeks both sites said the babies are at 2+ pounds, 9.25-14 inches long and either the size of a head of cauliflower or a sock monkey (which wasn’t fun to look at when your trying to picture a cute little baby). On page 96 of the textbook in Figure 5.8 it is confirmed that after the 16th week the mother may start to feel the baby move. The fetus is also forming small hairs all over the body, including the scalp, and the lungs are beginning to

I remember when I decided to exclusively pump for my son. I had struggled with nursing him in the three weeks since he’d been born, and we’d been going to the doctor every few days for a weight check, because he still wasn’t back up to his birth weight.

It’s August 13, 1975. Mom left the house 2 days ago, and she came back today with a new baby. He doesn’t look like a newborn, he has none of my parents features, and well he looks kind of weird. But, I guess I have really never seen a newborn and I mean the kids at school call me weird so maybe we are exactly the same. I can tell from the start that we are going to be great friends, but I just can’t help it when he cries I get so annoyed. It’s like he is doing it on purpose. Mom and Dad left the house a few minutes after they got home and I didn’t see them for another 5 days. All I heard from them was, “ There is food in the fridge. Should be enough to last you a few days. Take care of this one. Lord knows we don’t need any more trouble than we are already in.” How could they just leave me here with this annoying little brat? lts evident that Mom and Dad don’t care about me or my little brother.

I entered the gym door with 16 people, walking to the lockers on a hot summer day. One by one we all changed into our uniform. When we finished the coach called us all out and made us get a volleyball. Things got really interesting and fun. From there we practiced serving the ball over the net. Next, he made us get in a circle to serve the ball to each other. Tomorrow same time 2:30, we will start again. The objective for today was to play against the team. He split the girls and me into two teams. I got on the black line, feeling anxious but dauntless. I saw the net and the line across the other room and I gazed at it. At practice, I couldn’t hit the ball back when the other team served. I constantly tried and tried, but I failed. I experienced that volleyball’s not my thing, but I had to keep trying.

It is finally Saturday and I get to catch up on all my absent work. But the sad news is that I had to stay at my late great grandmother's house on Friday to clean the house and get it ready for rituals. But it was not that tiring, but I came home at 5:30 am. And I fell asleep and woke up at 8:00 am. Then, I got ready for breakfast and made some orange juice and toasted bread. I left my house at 10 am and I has a hectic drive. So when I was entering the freeway this man shows up and starts to honk for 4 seconds straight for no reason. I found it strange because then he changed lanes and turned on his emergency lights and was driving. But after that I arrived at 2850 S El Camino Real, San Mateo, CA 94403 at 10:34 am. I called Sergeant Jin and

When I was about 11 years old, my godfather and I went to New York City for two weeks and for a child my age it was a grand adventure. He came and picked me up from my house in the middle of the night at around 2 a.m. The drive was not too long because by the time we got to New York it was about 5 a.m. Once we got to the hotel we had to park outside and sleep in the car for a few hours until it was time to check in. Once we checked in we went and planned out whole day to make sure that no time was wasted. For a child my age it was a must that the first thing we had to do was to go to the Super Toys R Us, so that I could go and ride the indoor Ferris wheel.

During my childhood waking up early in the morning was one of my favorite things,especially during the summer.I remember waking up one morning to the sound of spongebob on my T.V..Almost as soon as I opened my eyes I immediately got out of bed and ran into the kitchen to find bacon on the table.I shoved two whole peices straight into my mouth and I swear that it was some of the best I have ever had.I sat down in my wooden chairto eat more off of the table.As I finished I remember looking ouside to a bright day.The suns rays hit the dew on the grass just right to make it glisten.

The day my son was born was the day my life turned around, It would never be the same again. He had better be worth it. My wife had named my son Michael after her dad, I really thought I was such an idiotic name for a boy. I never used to drink until that little brat came into my pathetic life. He would cry all the damn time, never shut up. Drinking is what made me fall asleep to the sounds of him crying. Day one I flat out hated Michael, I hated him with a passion. Just to make sure he knew how much I hated him I’d make fun of him, push him around I’d made sure it got to him. When he learned how to talk in full sentences, he’d go cry to his mother, Lucy like she was going to say something to me, they were both scared of me, I wasn't fazed by it at all. In fact, I’m glad they are. Sometimes she would try to defend that useless good for nothing, but I’d knock her on the side of her head, because how dare she ever come to me for such a stupid reason, it was the only way I could get my point across. To be honest, I’m surprised she hasn’t filed for a divorce, I’m so wicked, haha. I’ve never felt guilty once for the way I treated them nor will I ever. Now as my son is growing older he’s becoming even more pathetic than he was when he was born. Crying and whining about how daddy hurts his feelings all the time, then saying he likes the violin and wants to play it, like are you serious? He never fails to disappoint me, never.

On the morning of March 15, 2017, I woke up in complete denial to what was going to happen in the next 48 hours of my life. My childhood dream was finally going to come true. Like any other morning I got ready for school, by brushing out my long, silky brown hair that everyone is jealous of, getting a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt out of my closet, and making my lunch. Just as I walked out the door, I grabbed my old decaying Grand Valley State University sweatshirt. Once I got to school, I realized it wasn't a normal morning. I had to meet with my teachers to get a week's worth of homework.