Personal Narrative : My Family

The patient I completed my family health assessment on is a 34 years-old African American (black) female that is Gravida 6 Para 6. Her primary language spoken is English. She has a history of five vaginal deliveries and one cesarean section. This delivery was a vaginal birth after cesarean (VBAC) with spontaneous rupture of membranes while at home. Initial progression of labor was slow until stimulation of nipples via breast pump and low, slow dosing of Pitocin.

My research family consists of five family members. Tanya is a 45-year-old African American woman; who works as a homemaker and provides beauty assistance to her local neighbors, such as being a make-up artist and a hair beautician. Tanya was raised in Louisiana in a single parent household, she has no recollection of her father nor did her mother ever mention his name. Her mother had a gambling problem, Tanya remembered her mother once gambling her brand new silver necklace her grandmother bought for her as a gift. At 17 Tanya went to live with her grandmother and refused to speak to her mother again. Mrs. Bell (Tanya’s grandmother) was on a fixed income and taking care of Tanya only added stress to the situation. “I couldn’t be a burden

During chapter one the two things that stuck out me was nature vs nurture and correlation is not causation because I can easily associate this to my childhood growing up. When I was a baby I lived with my birth parents for a few months. My birth parents had a few issues, including bipolar, drugs and alcohol addiction, violence, which lead them to prison and treatment. Not long after they were sent I was put into foster care. At 18 months old I was adopted. I grew up in a huge family in a protective home, where I was taught many life lessons by my parent and siblings. Growing in a huge family was beneficial for me because I always had someone to rely on and help me through rough patches. They taught me and show me how to be a better person than

The family being interviewed are in a two-parent household. Included, is the mother, C.A.P. age 36, the father, N.I.P. age 40, and the son, C.L.P. age 7. C.A.P. got married to N.I.P. nine years ago. Shortly after, C.A.P. became pregnant with C.L.P.. Previous to moving to Northern Minnesota, they lived in Mid-Western Minnesota. When living there, N.I.P. worked two hours away while his wife, C.A.P. worked in their hometown. Eventually, the couple decided to move north because N.I.P. got a job offer. Now his commute is less than fifteen minutes from home. C.A.P. majored in business management with a focus in travel, tourism, and hotel management. She now is a loan distributor at a bank in Northern Minnesota. N.I.P. majored in machine technology

There weren't any new ideas in that book that gave me new ideas for myself. There were some things that I think of myself as an idea. An idea was that I should always be grateful and respectful. In the book, even with everything that the family didn't have, they would always have each other back and care of one another. Being respectful is also a thing that the family did a lot when Bran and Britt would always respect adult especially there mother. Another idea was being truthful. In the beginning, it was only Bran that was hiding something from his sister and his mother. If he just told his mother what was happening there he wouldn't have lived in the house because it wasn't his grandparents. Even if he thought they were. Those were some ideas

Coming from a family of four and living with only my mother has been very difficult. She has been my only parent figure growing up and I have overcome endless amounts of barriers and hardships. I am the oldest in my family and required to babysit. It is my responsibility to help her out by working with her at her job because she doesn't obtain much money. My mom works at a small cellphone shop where I help her manage inventory, make payments, and solve telephone related problems. I learned how to communicate with customers and gain people skills. It has been rough balancing life at home and at school. I had nobody to look up to and felt alone. Being first generation, I felt as if I was carrying the world's weight on my shoulder. College is

I suffered the loss of both of my parents when they were in their early 60’s. My parents were wonderful individuals who taught my sister and I how to love one another and be good servants of the Lord. After their passing, I became very jealous of friends and family that were blessed to still have both or at least one of their parents that they could love, laugh and enjoy spending time with. I knew this was not the Christian way to feel nonetheless I felt cheated. What I gained from my loss was the closeness that I have with my sister today.

My family's experience and cultural history have presented me with multiple challenges in pursuing my educational goals. My parents suffered many hardships, they worked long shifts at night in terrible job conditions just because they didn’t have the education to get a better job. Those obstacles forged my characters and taught my family to embrace challenges, and not try to dodge it or complain about it. By observing the struggles of my parents, I learned the role of education in success at early age. Having parents who were not college educated and had little idea of how American schools worked was hard at times. I was presented with challenges in accomplishing my school obligations such homework and planning out to increase my education

It was Friday and I had a million and one things to do after work. So, as soon as I get out of work, I run to the bank and cash my check and, running back out to my car, jump in and fire it up. Steppenwolf's "Born to be wild" come’s on the radio! It’s a warm and sunny afternoon. Look out highway, I’ve got a hot rod Lincoln, and a license to fly! (Actually, I don’t have either of those, but it sounds good). I turn right out of the bank and hit the asphalt. I’m on my way and quickly hit cruising speed. Nothings going to stop me now… wrong. I am rapidly approaching the rear end of a cherry red El dorado Cadillac and have to slow down to 29 ½ miles per hour. The only visible sign of life in the Cadillac is the bobbing of an old man’s head, who

I was in like 7th or 8th grade. One night, my mom comes and asks to pack for a night and get my shoes on. I ask her where we’re going. She wouldn’t tell me, so I didn’t get ready to go anywhere. Then my dad comes down and they start arguing. Earlier that day, my dad had drank like 2 beers while me and him were cleaning out our garage. We were going through some cabinets and there were bottles of alcohol in one. My dad took them inside to hide them inside because her and one of her friends had gotten drunk one night and her friend hit his head and fell down his steps. So as he was carrying them inside, my dad dropped one of the bottles and it fell down our step. Luckily it didn’t break. My dad and brother were arguing over something earlier

My stop was the last on the bus. I sit on the bus with my head tucked into the hood of my sweatshirt, so Erik and his friends do not see me. The bus squeaks and pulls to a never-ending stop. I let everyone else off before me and finally walk off, then say “thank you,” the driver.

I interviewed my dad Greg Kivlahan, Greg had a very fun but hard life. His dad owned a company called Kivlahan & Sons Construction, Greg worked there when he was fifteen. He was born on December 20, 1966 in Dubuque, Iowa. Greg, grew up in Dubuque and has lived in Dubuque all his life. Greg was born, at Finley hospital.

When I was in, I think 4th grade and I was playing around and I was called to the office and I didn’t know what for. Was it my dad or mom? Was it someone I didn’t know? Was it just my sister? I had no clue what was about to happen.

My heart was so fucking heavy watching my girl lay in that coma and the love that Dmitri showed her was just everything. My girl finally had the man she deserved, I was so overjoyed when she came back to us. My mind was set on one thing planning my wedding until my period didn't show up, so here I am pissing on the fucking stick of shame for any unmarried woman. Yes, I knew Redd would take care of our child and yes we were engaged but we were not married and I don't think we are ready for a baby. But if I was pregnant we weren't leaving this island until I had his last name, shit our only family was right here with us. I came out of the bathroom after saying a quick prayer, I picked up a half sleep Lyric and rocked her in my arms, “Shanice

The tv show Modern Family and I made an immediate connection a few years ago. I was hooked after the first episode after being able to directly relate it to my family. My moms side of the family through a divorce and second marriage many years ago built quite a complicated family tree very similar to the Pritchetts and Dunphys. Aside from my smaller family with my two sisters and I, acting as the braniac, the awkward younger sibling, and typical teenager my grandpa has remarried to a young woman from China who has a son my age, now my uncle. The combination of this and my grandmas remarriage, which added three additional girls to the family has created such a fun, dysfunctional, and diverse family. In fact, watching Modern Family and relating