Personal Narrative: My Experience With My Female Birth

I have three children two boys and one girl, but when I got pregnant of my third baby I did not planed to have another baby. I was using calendar method because the pills method had side effect in my body; so I decided to use the calendar method, but just worked for three years the calendar method because I got pregnant. I was in shock because I did not want to have another baby. I remember when I went to the doctor and he told me that I was pregnant I started cry and my husband was with me and he told me that everything will be okay not to worry.

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,

Daniel and I knew from the moment we met we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. You could say it was love at first sight. As unbeleivable as it may be we knew when we met we wanted to have a family together ASAP! Through "trying" naturally Dan and I were unsuccessfull in the first 6 months, at this point we figured rather be safe than sorry and reached out to a reproductive endrocrologist for assistance. Since then in 2011 it has been 5 years of unsuccesfully trying for a child. Without getting into the details we have done 12 medicated procdures totalling thousdands of dollars over the years with no success. Our most recent try was this past month (November 2015) which also was unsuccessfull.

I remember the day she born. I was nervous for the simple fact that my life would never be the same. Soon no longer would I be known as just Ayanna, I would take on a new title. A title that I would share with so many woman, and after eight long hours of labor, I would now be known to the world as mommy.

Have you ever had an experience that changed your life in a blink of an eye? An experience so intense that it keeps replaying in your head? I’m nineteen years old and in these days it’s not shocking to hear young girls getting pregnant, but no matter what age, it’s always hard to hear about any type of miscarriage. An ectopic pregnancy was what I had, and I’m still recovering from it.

I was 33 years old on November 9th, 2000. My family was made of myself, my husband, Doug, my daughter, Haley, and our dog, Josie. Haley was only 2 years and 9 months old at the time of the birth of her new baby brother, but I wasn’t quite sure how she would handle not having all of the attention. I could tell something was off from the moment I woke up that day. To start, Haley wouldn’t stop crying from the moment she woke up. As for me, I was feeling sick, and was having a few contractions here and there. I was packing my things for the hospital because I was scheduled to have a C-section November 10th. Afternoon came and my condition was getting worse and worse, things got so bad that Doug and I decided we should go to the hospital. I was mortified because I just needed the baby to wait a couple more hours. I could not have this baby come out of the birth canal, my

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

I did not realize that giving birth was so costly until now, I gave birth with a C-section and I was not charged for anything and I had a different insurance. Normally in New York, when you go to your first visit to the hospital and you don't have insurance they make you apply for one and it cover all the costs depending on the insurance. I stayed in the hospital five days and receive a lot of care from the

I am one of many that are incapable of having kids on my own without the help from doctors. Having been diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome at a younger age, I am one of many women who are not able to have kids on my own. I know that “missing” feeling people get when you start to plan out your life, not knowing if one day the gap will be filled or if you should fill the void with something else. This is where I want to be; the space between life and the gap; to try and help fill the inconsistency of others that share this discomfort. There is not anything more discomforting than someone with multiple kids patting your back, whispering soothing tones of “sorry” and wishful promises of, “it will happen for you one day.” Why, because you have the uterus of a donut machine at the local Krispy Kreme? I want to be the person there saying “I know what it’s like, and I’m going to be here to help you through this process.” This is why it is important to me to become a nurse in the field of infertility; to help others with this problem would not only provide me great satisfaction, but it will also help me to understand my own struggles with this problem.

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.

After doctor visits and many pregnancy tests that showed up negative, an ultrasound and a blood test confirmed that I did in fact have a miscarriage. Many thoughts were running through my head, “maybe if I knew earlier I would have done this” or “maybe if I would have paid more attention, I could have done that” but in reality the most common reason for having a miscarriage is because the fetus isn’t developing normally.

Some of the many obstacles I may need to overcome in the future would be a lack of a significant other or infertility, either in myself or in my male partner. This is where the donor insemination and in vitro fertilization

At first, finding out I was pregnant was a devastating shock to not only myself but everyone around me. I was only eighteen and was a senior in high school. I had such high expectations for myself.

At first I wanted to believe that what my parents were saying weren’t true because I would never understand on why would they want another child. However when I realized they were serious about it, I started to panic because the first thing that came to my mind was that I’m being replaced by this new baby. I started to question myself and imagine things like how my parents won’t love me as much as they used to and how my older siblings won’t even bother minding me anymore. More unwanted thoughts came into my mind and that’s when I lost it, I started to cry every single day and made sure that everyone in my family knew that I was not happy about it all. Although my parents tried to explain the reason why they wanted to

Mother: We tried for several months to get pregnant before we were successful. We both were reluctant to try for a child again because of a traumatic miscarriage I experienced several years prior. We both really wanted to be parents and made a tough decision.