Personal Narrative: My Conversation With A Prenatal Mother

A new year had just arrived. I can still picture January in my mind, the mood was sullen and dark, I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but now I know that was the best feeling I‘d ever had. I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best. Then, I realized there was an obstacle in my way. I knew I needed to make a decision on whether or not keeping my pregnancy, it sounds rough, but it was definitive. I did not want to miss school, so I was definitely not taking this to the last term. I just could not think of myself being prostrated in bed for so long, as an impediment to start school. Never, nothing would

For the first parent interview, I interviewed my friend Randy. The interview took place in the living room of my house. His daughter was present but was playing with my sister at the time of the interview. Randy is the father of a toddler girl who is three years old but will turn four soon. Randy was born in 1992, he is not married but is cohabiting with the mother of the child and his parents’ home. In addition, Randy works for a medical supplies company and has only completed high school. Moreover, when he had his first child and only child, he was 21 years old.

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.

Hey Nandi, just letting you know that you're a really amazing person. Honestly you're a unique person there is no other person I could meet on the planet that could out weight your personality. I've decided that since the day I was born, BAM, mother-child bond. You've always been a strong woman you've done everything from working two jobs, to go our every school events, and handling our family problems. You're extremely happy even in bad situations and your not afraid to show us discipline that has an impact. You're a woman of few words but when you do open your mouth something extraordinary comes out. You fight for us, love us, your kind to all people, help raise strong people by putting reality in front of us since we were little. The most valuable lesson you've taught me so far is, life's going to be extremely difficult at times but you have to be strong, because you are strong, you can fight, and if you go down swinging better make worth your while. Couldn't ask for a better woman in my life.

During my two pregnancies, BabyCenter L.L.C. has been a frequently surfed guide for my children's developmental milestones. Referring to the site and zealously studying the information served as a litmus test for personal successes of parenting, in addition to my index of "expertise" for engaging in educating conversations with my pediatrician. Currently, my younger son is six-years-old. As a first grader, his teacher requires him to know his age and birth date. However, a favorable assessment considers more than the month and day; he must have knowledge of his birth year also. Therefore, my son's inability to communicate those details would alarm his teacher that he has not reached a crucial milestone in his development. Correspondingly, I

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

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.

Tick, tick, tick, was the sound I heard. As I reach over to the night stand that is on my side I swipe my smart phone to dismiss the 4:15am alarm that wakes me up every morning. I lay there allowing my body to wake up and I pray and thank God for another day, for life, health and strength. I thank you for allowing me to do today what some people are begging you to allow them to do today. I strength my body out while still lying in bed. Justin, shifts his body and his face and chest is now facing the door. I sit up on the edge of the bed then looks over my right shoulder, I hear him snoring and thought. He truly has no remorse for what he has done. He hasn’t lost any sleep and he still keeps his phone close to him. I wouldn’t be surprised

He winks, and I feel better. After, I vow to be more diplomatic with egotistical writers in the future. And to give him my script notes before he speaks with Luke.

One of the best monments of my life, July 2, 2012 was the day i gave birth to my daughter, Chyna Marie Martin. I went through so much the first three months of my daughters birth, she was amited in CHKD on July 3,2012 due to low blood sugars. I remember like it was yesterday, i was having contractions back to back so i went to the hospital only to be sent home after being there for over 4 hours to be told i was having bracsohutsome. So i went home and the pain was becoming imbareable to handle anymore so 5 hours of trying to sleep through the pain i called my doctor and told him something was wrong i must be having contractions this time i couldnt even walk stable.

I sat in the chair, shaking, in excruciating pain, it was almost as if time had been frozen solid in a block of ice, as I could feel the cold, wet beads of sweat pouring from my forehead. I always fantasized of having a child. A child was the greatest gift life could possibly give. I even thought from time to time of having two children. But I never thought I would give birth to two children at the same time. Twins. On an average day, I would be ecstatic to be giving birth to two children. But you see, today is not an average day. Today is a day, I will need to make a choice between life and death.

Their eyes bore holes in my flesh, as they condemned me for my sin. I had never seen disgust or content quite like what they had borne that day. Those children had never seen an act so heinous in their lives; never had they seen one person disobey the values instilled in their unformed minds since the day they left the fascist rhetoric toting wombs of their mothers. Then, all at once, an eternity had met an end. The intercom made a characteristic click, and a garbled voice hissed through the ceiling speakers, “Please be seated.”

I'd met this couple in my studio prior to their newborn session. Robert and Samantha came in for a maternity session. We headed out into a field near the studio, and as you can see, they were absolutely stunning together.

It was a good story, but that night I was scared shitless that he might die and his collapse made me think how my parents might feel if I died.

Jaxon’s Mom’s Point Of View. The phone had rung a couple of minutes before it had all happened, a couple of minutes before everything changed. We would’ve never known what had hit us, we wouldn't see it coming. Down here in the south nothing ever happens, the most exciting thing that has happened here was when the local school won the state championship in 2007. Life before we knew it was about to change here in Alabama,and we’d never be the same again.