Personal Narrative: Giving Birth At Fifteen

We had been at the hotel for about thirty minutes when we got the call from the lobby that they had arrived and were on their way up the elevator. The three of us scrambled in excitement waiting to hear a knock at the door. Finally there is a knock at the door and my dad rushes to the door and opens it. We see a woman, his foster mother, holding a baby boy, at the door. She carried him in and laid him on the bed. We all walked over and admired the baby. I was the first one to sit down and hold my new baby brother.

We started our day in the hospital lobby promptly at 0630, the professor started by explaining where on the unit each of us would be. I was placed on the Labor and Delivery floor along with three ladies. I was nervous, for this

Having a child at a young age has impacted my life tremendously. I graduated from High School at the young age of seventeen; from there I went to T.H. Harris Technical College in Opelousas, Louisiana and got my Associates Degree in Office Systems Technology. Office Systems Technology is Administrative Assistant duties.

The drive home dragged for a drawn out amount of time, as we were all dismayed that we had not met our new family member. It was late when we eventually arrived home, and we all went to sleep. My dad received a call from my brother early the next morning, announcing that the baby had been born.

    My parents entered the hospital at 11:00 and the nurses got my mom to a room. My dad followed nervously and excitedly because they were having a kid. My doctors were Dr. Hartman and Dr. Bush and my nurse was Nurse Donna. Later, at around six Robert Joseph Powers 3 was born.

Z cut the cord. The NICU Dr was there and said he was perfect. She took some blood and handed him to us. Oh he was perfect! Z yelled "I'm a father" with the most pride I've ever heard. I went to recovery and fell asleep. When I woke up I got to hold Wy but they were telling me he had to go to the NICU a few floors up. Z and I had taken the hospital tour and knew there were two NICU's. The one on the third floor was more severe than the one on the fifth floor. He was on the fifth floor. That was a relief in that moment. I was taken to the maternity ward. I kept dosing off that night, and Z was up and down the elevators between us. I could hear babies crying but not Wy. It was truly

I laid in bed that night as I listened to my mom cry. She was holding my sister in the room next to me. We all had just gotten home after weeks of surgery and bed rest. Everything was supposed to be over and we were told that recovery would be soon. I was grateful at how my surgery had gone so well but confused why my sisters had not. Along with wondering if Maggie would ever be okay again.

When he was born I was a junior in high school and I would babysit him almost every day after school at my parents’ house in Garden City. Sometimes I would go visit him in Bayside where he lived. Every time I saw him we always had so much fun. He was also such a wild baby. He was already crawling his way around the house within the first month of being born. By the age of ten months old he was already walking, running and climbing.

Between 6 AM to noon, I attempted taking a nap, but kept waking up from stronger "cramps". Since taking a nap seemed impossible, I decided to call my mother to tell her everything that was leading me to think I was in early labor. She assured me I was, and told me I would have our baby very soon! Thanks to my mom, I finally came to accept that I was indeed experiencing contractions and was in early labor. Especially since they were happening every 5 mins! After hanging up with my mom, I called Chris and told him he needed to come home right away because we were going to have our baby very soon. He was so happy and left work immediately to meet me at our house. In the meantime, I paced back and forth in my house and bounced on my exercise ball

My mom told me when she went into labor with me it was on one of the hottest days of the summer and it was going to be my birthday and we were in one of my dad's old cars which I think is cool because that was the first car I got to ride in on the way home. When they got to the hospital my mom was ready to go but they had to give her a C-section and which is worse the regular birth. My mom said when she first woke up she said it felt like a dump truck has run over her over and over again. Looking back at pictures of before and after I was born my

One day I came home from schooland my mom told me she was pregnant. I had so many different feelings. I was scared, nervous,excited, but most of all I was happy i was going to be a big sister. I was excited to help start planning everthing from the baby shower to the room. I wanted to pick out little outfits and shoes. I couldn't wait.

In the evening around 11:45 am my Dad showed up at the door. He told us to come with him, he had a surprise. We were driving and we pulled into the hospital. We got a wristband and went up to my mom’s room. We opened

I just sat there for a second before I felt the urge in my legs to stand up and walk by. It felt like I was glued down to my chair, and couldn't break the bond. My dad talked to the doctor to ask for permission if I could come back to the room and see my brother before anybody else. At this point, I felt special and for the last time, I was the center of attention. After the long distance walk to the room, I see my mom sitting in the chair, and my brother was in a little crib, a brand new baby doll sitting in the old beat up crib that I got when I was 3 in my mind. At the quick moment, I glance over into the crib, I see a massive baby, but also charming at the same time. He was small but big at the same time. Thinking back to when I was an only child, I never thought I would be standing in the hospital staring at something that was supposedly going to by my sibling. After letting time carry on for a little bit, it was time to go measure and weigh the new baby, plus it was the time everybody would get to see him. We were separated by a thin piece of glass, and that was it. The total weight came out to be 9 pounds and 15

I waited with my other siblings while the receptionist told us where we needed to go. As we walked up and down the stairs and through the seemly never-ending hallways, I felt as if everything was suddenly falling into place. This baby boy was meant to come in my life and knew that. It finally appeared, the room my mom was in. This was the moment I had been anticipating. The adults got to go in first and look, while the kids sat outside and waited. My Dad walked out, “You guys ready to see him?” Of course I was ready. He opened the door and there he was, my little baby brother. As I went to hold him for the first time, he felt so small and fragile. “What’s his name?” I asked. My mom responded, “Ethan, Ethan

The next morning came around and my mom took me to the hospital. When we got there, we off course had to check in at the front desk. After that we sat in the clinic waiting room watching the kids play with monster trucks and colored blocks for what seemed to be forever.