Personal Narrative Essay : It Is The Day Of My Life

She had notified my mom and sister that they would be performing the C-section later on that afternoon. My mom and my sister had gotten up and said they would be back by that time, they had to run some more errands for my baby shower. Then they left out of the door and not even ten minutes after they left, the nurse comes back into my room to rush me back. I was all set to go, I had already had my epidural and morphine, except I had nobody there with me to bring this precious little baby girl into this harsh

I remember when my water bag broke; it was August 12, 1992, and the time was 12:15am.I was very excited that I would see my new baby on her due date. I did what the child birthing book recommended. I woke my husband up and told him to call the hospital. In the meantime I decided to take a shower. I was pretty calm because I didn't have any contractions. I wore my best maternity outfit and was spruced up compared to my husband. I even put on some perfume. You see, we had just gone to bed at 11:30 that night. My husband looked a little worse for wear. We got to the hospital and then were led into the maternity room. The room looked a little dingy with its yellow light and peeling paint. The hospital bed was small and narrow. I got scared,

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

I tried to keep my head, I was awake and alert. I had dreamed about those first moments, getting to breastfeed right away, all that. And so when I had to go to the hospital, it was a shock.

When I woke up my family was surrounding me and my hand was all wrapped up. Finally we left the hospital, we had a day left until we went back to Minnesota, but I didn’t enjoy it after an exhausting night.

“No we need to go now. Get in the truck,” he instructed me. I reluctantly walked out, telling the kids we will be back soon. So we drove to the doctor, got the news, and drove home. Immediately I walked out to the barn to start cleaning. There hasn’t been a dust storm in weeks, so I was hoping it would last a little longer. I had rejected going to the doctor for so long. I was already a few months into pregnancy. I didn’t know how I could hide it from my children but I didn’t want them to worry about

Much to my disappointment the baby hadn 't been born yet, and my sister-in-law, was still in the beginning stages of labor, and it could be hours, or even days before she gave birth. We stayed at the hospital all day in hopes that the baby might be born. We mostly wandered around because my sister-in-law understandably wanted to be left alone, for the majority of the day. We went to the gift shop, and the cafeteria, but mostly just aimlessly walked around, awaiting news. News never came, and soon enough we were forced out of the hospital, because visiting hours were over.

I went into the hospital room with my mother, got undressed, and changed into a hospital gown. A woman came into the room to put an IV into my arm, then I turned on the Food Network on the hospital TV. A few doctors came into the room, asking for my name, birthdate, and other questions for identification purposes. Later, my two aunts came into the room. A few minutes later, my surgeon walked in as well to tell me that she’d come back in about twenty minutes to wheel me away to the operating table. This made it even more surreal and made me even more anxious.

"Okay, I guess. Whatever," After this news, I just didn't want to talk. Within ten minutes, we had made it downstairs and my belly was scanned. I was shown my baby's fetus and just couldn't handle it. I left and went to my room. This day had just taken a turn for the worse and I didn't want to think

We arrived at the hospital and went straight to her room. The sight shocked me to my core there were tubes and wires everywhere and the beeping of the machines filled the room. She wasn't fighting anymore. She was just laying there, she was so still it terrified me.

I kept waiting to feel the poke of a needle or the burn of the numbing medicine. Out of no where my leg kicks out as if someone hit my reflex, and I was reassured it was in. Five minutes go by and i'm so happy and excited, and luckily, pain-free. The nurse has me start pushing, I push as hard as I can for fourty-five minutes and she tells me to stop, rest and let her call the doctor. Dr. Rudeen came right in and prepped himself to deliver my little man. I kept pushing for another hour and a half and finally I heard the most precious, realest, loving cry I have ever heard in my life.

My husband and I were terribly excited, but didn’t know what to do next there weren’t any contractions, and I wasn’t uncomfortable at all. So, we continued watching television for approximating 15 minutes. I finally said “Maybe we should call the phone a nurse service. The OB on call (who was NOT my regular OB) called back in about 10 minutes and told me to go to the ER-NOW. So, I laughed, packed my bag, and went to the hospital about 30 minutes away. I had one strong contraction while filling in the paperwork, but was still not really uncomfortable. I went straight to the hospital and was told the baby was going to come that night. The nurses had me hooked up to the monitors and would say, “You’re having a contraction.” And I’d say, “I am?” because I really didn’t feel anything. Then I took a deep breath and pushed down my baby with own power while I followed my body. Before my breath finished, my baby came sliding out of me. While I exhaled, I quietly said that he is born. They put my son into my arms even before cutting his

My wife and I were running around like chickens with their heads cut off the morning of September 12, 2015. This day changed our lives forever as we tied the knot and become one in the eyes of God. As I look back now, I laugh in cheerfulness at that crazy, but memorable day. Some memories attach themselves to you for a lifetime like a catchy song that tags along for a day.

I’d love a second cup of coffee, but it has to wait. Megan follows me into my office. She goes into detail about how Sarah was in labor for fourteen hours. My eyes widen. “Wow.”

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.