Personal Narrative: My First Birth

It was three days after my eighteenth birthday. It was a day of many firsts. I drove a long distance to place I had never been by myself. First time being introduced to my boyfriend’s parents. Also realizing you should always unpack your car after a trip. Signing my own paper work legally as an adult. Biggest first of the day was being in my first car accident. Never thought being an adult could be so difficult.

When I applied for C.R. England I was not sure that I would be accepted to go through the program. Three days later I received a phone call from a Recruiter at C.R. England and while on the phone we went over all the information before setting a time and a date for leaving for Salt Lake City, Utah. When the day came to leave for Salt Lake City, Utah my parents took me to the Greyhound terminal to prepare to leave. Thirty minutes later we boarded the bus to leave our first stop was in Missouri I stayed on the same bus and from there I went to Kansas where I had to switch buses but I had to wait one hour before the other bus got there after boarding the bus for going to the next stop I was in Colorado where I had to wait two hours and thirty minutes before boarding my next bus to Wyoming once I got to Wyoming the next bus was ready and it had no air conditioner that I remember so the last bit of traveling was so warm that everyone on it was hot even a eight month old baby everyone tried their best to help the mother out to make

The diaper pin represents when I took my first breath on July 12, 1989 in St. Cloud, MN. I was born on a clear morning just after 8am, and I was 7 pounds 11 ounces measuring at 21 inches long. I also had a head full of curly brownish red hair, the only one of my 2 older brothers and 2 older sisters that had hair. My parents were married at the time of my birth, and there were no significant issues with my mother during the pregnancy that impacted my development. I was however, a C-section baby, due to my brother being a C-section baby just 1year and 11 days before my birth. After my mom returned to work, my aunt watched my siblings and I until I was about 1 year old when my neighbor became my permanent daycare lady.

Growing up as a middle class resident, it was made clear to me that I was able to become something in society but was never told what. This left me to many interpretations that weren’t always the right choices. I was left to believe that I had all the opportunities in the world, but only to enter high school I realized that this was not true. Understanding the truth about society has motivated me to become a more narrow minded person as I strive to become a pediatric neurosurgeon. One thing that I like to take part in is watching Grey’s Anatomy. This show’s influential African American doctors how inspired to believe that black people are able to become something despite this being a television show. In my future, I plan on having a little more melanin in my series. I love the city that I am from, Chicago. It is shown in the news as a negative place or seen as “Chiraq”. Many times, people make judgement directed to me due to the fact that I express I am from Chicago. That is why I make it my job to try to change these stereotypes that were placed upon me. I try to demonstrate to other people that I have the same capabilities and intelligence as people who do not live in Chicago as well as students who think I am less of a person because I am African American.

After the initial shock and awe of finding out I was pregnant after 10 years of struggling and wondering if I would ever have the baby I had been dreaming of for so long, I began to plan every detail of my birth. I found a midwife and birth center when I was 8 weeks pregnant. I hired a doula at 12 weeks. My birth plan was written and finalized at 24 weeks. Every detail was planned-I had even planned the song that would be playing when my son would make his appearance. I'm a recovering control freak.

It is a struggle to be a successful black person in America. For me, I always question, if I make it and the American community sees me as successful, will my community see me as a sell out or someone who has too made it. Not only does double consciousness condition my own identity and whether I will embrace my natural African identity but creates a continuous worry for my future children. It My biggest fear is bring a male child in this world and having to fear for his safety every time he walks down the street and he will be labeled as “evil” or a “thug” because of the color or his skin. To know even though the profound innocence’s of a child they will still bare the burden of growing up in a world with a double consciousness mindset.

life is stupidly hard sometimes, and only made harder when we pass 18 and have to make our own significant choices. It used to be that society and our parents shaped our futures and even pushed us in the direction they wanted us to succeed in, however hard I tried though I always fell short of my parents expectations. I didnt believe people could change and that neither of my parents would change their way of thinking and that I would never be able to change what I was, but people can change and I know that now.They wanted me to go to college and develop myself in a successful career insted I ran from what my parents wanted, got emancipated and married at 16 and then divorced at 21.

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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.

14 years of age and still growing. I would say that I’ve experienced being adult, but I’ve got 4 more years for that. What I have experienced is my coming of age,and transforming over my years of life. Typically, being the outgoing person I am today, you would think I’m an interesting person, doing a lot of fun things. I’m actually not though. Besides the fact that I’m a troublemaker and a person that doesn’t really make a lot of friends now that I am older. My only close friends are from when I was younger. I find it harder for me to make more friends now that I am in Highschool. I also find it easier for me to work better, harder, and more efficient on any of my school work. That’s just about me now. I’ll tell you how I succeeded on who I am today, and the obstacles it took me to get here.

My mom got me my very first dog when I was seven. As a seven year old you can only imagine my excitement, but I had to contain myself or my mom would get mad all I wanted to do was talk about my new puppy. Instead I bounced my leg and hummed the whole way there. Once I saw him I knew he was the one. I had a hard time finding the name for my new puppy, my brother, Jacob, was the one who suggested the name Kooter as a joke, but to his surprise I loved it and ever since his name changed from Baby to Kooter. There are times when Kooter gets on my nerves, but I try not to yell at him. I do this because I know my time is short with him and I don't want him to remember me as a mean and high stress owner. I've had Kooter for ten years that makes

Back in Houston, my mother was in the hospital, waiting for my birth’s arrival. It was a Friday, November 28, the air was cold. My mom was watching TV, until the doctor came to proceed my delivery. My dad was sitting down in the room. A few minutes, and the doctor came and talked to my mother, instructing my mom to do as they say. Then my mom proceeded to push and boom, I suddenly appeared out and that's where my life all started. At the time I weighed 7 pounds. My dad picked me up and my mom chose to name me Russell, because of a basketball player she watched named Russell Byron (a player in the Utah Jazz) . That time in Houston we waited in the baby breathing room,

Did you know that my grandma’s family name was originally Karlsson if you were a man and Karlsdaughter if you were a woman? When my great, great grandfather moved to America they changed it to Carlson so it would be more American. This is how they came to America.

Before my birth my mom went to cleveland for college. In cleveland, she found a dude with long hair and big spaces between his teeth. Then they did the baby making. After that my mom realized that she was preggers with my by feeling sick when she went to buy candy. She has also said that before she knew that she was pregnant, that she mostly ate candy and cheese sticks. My mom craved frozen baked potatoes and skyline throughout her pregnancy. Then she told her mom about it and she freaked out. Then my mom went to several concerts with me in her belly. Later my mom came back to Cincinnati and I exited her through a vaginal birth. I was born at Good Samaritan Hospital on June 22, 2001, I weight 8.8 pounds.. My papi was there, to provide emotional

Coulthard what an unusual last name right. Well that is my name sometimes I would look at others last name and think wow that is awful. Then I remind myself Madison your last name is Coulthard. Coulthard originated from the Scottish and Northern English. Although I do not know anything about my heritage before we arrived here, I do know a little bit about my ancestors. For example, my grandmother on my dad’s side is 1/8 Native American Cherokee to be specific, which makes her great grandmother a full blooded Cherokee Indian. The trade of dark hair and skin was pasted down from that blood line both my dad and aunt has dark hair and a very tan complexion. I only really know information from my great grandparents to know on my