Personal Narrative On A Contraction

My mom scheduled for it to be in 2 weeks. the day comes and i am nervous, i don't know why because i know what they do, i just was. They put my IV in and put medicine in my system to make me loopy. They wheel me back to the operating room, lay me on a table and put a mask on me. the anaistgyolygest say “ count down from 10 buddy” i say “10, 9, 8-” i am out cold. about 13 hours past, its 8 o'clock, the thing i remember most is how my throat was drier than the dessert. my nurse asks “how you feel buddy?” i reply “it hurts” she told me she would take care of that, i'm not being facetious when i say this, but she turns me on my side and puts a shot in my butt. i rest for another hour then they wheel me out to the car and take me home. getting upstairs was the hardest part,

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

It was very intense, very long. Everything was different than I expected. I said, 'That's it! I'm done! I am going to the hospital and I'm going to get an epidural.' They asked me if I really wanted to do that and I said, 'No, I don't, but I do.' I wanted to try natural if at all possible.

When we got there and a nurse saw dad carrying me in, she immediately got up and grabbed a wheelchair. Dad sat me down and they rolled me into this room and started asking me questions and getting my blood pressure. After that we went into another room with a hospital bed and the nurse said that the doctor will be in shortly. Biggest lie on the face of the planet! We waited for about an hour and a half. What made the wait not so boring was that we watched animal planet while we were waiting. They were having a program about dogs that do weird things. It was hilarious!

When I woke up my family was surrounding me and my hand was all wrapped up. Finally we left the hospital, we had a day left until we went back to Minnesota, but I didn’t enjoy it after an exhausting night.

We looked at each other, stood up, and headed down the big hallway and around the corner to find my mom gasping at the fact that her water had broken. This was a surprise seeing as she was not due to give birth to my little sister for another two weeks. Once again, we were out the door and in the car. My grandmother did not put me in my car seat right and I remember struggling to free my arms the entire ride. My mom sat in the front seat yelling and muttering words under her breath. I was afraid because my mom was in such a strange state but I soon realized that she was yelling more at my grandmother than at her painful stomach. Every time we approached traffic, she gasped and turned behind her with her hand on my car seat, as to secure me from some ejecting force. It was not until years later that I was told all of the stories about what a terrible driver my grandmother was and how many cars she destroyed in various "incidents," as my grandfather calls them. We reached the hospital in plenty of time, but with one problem remaining, my grandfather and dad remained uninformed and unreachable as the resided among thousands of intoxicated football fans. They arrived in just enough time to see my mom before she had my sister, but not without strategic methods to get a hold of them. They first had to be paged over the intercom and when that seized to succeed, event staff members were sent to find them standing

I have never really went to a school that had activities and a lot to do on their campus… until I went to Penn State. I have never went to a cafeteria that had a live performance like I have on Thursday April 6th. My teammates and I went into the cafeteria, and it was my frist time ever being in there, and we ordered our food, sat down a listened to the popular songs sung by Caryn Dixon. She sounded exactly like Tori Kelly, who sings Should’ve Been Us, and Hollow which Caryn Dixon sung also. It was honestly like we were sitting in The Fillmore in Philadelphia – so surreal.

I wanted to give up so badly. I couldn't, I had no choice but to keep pushing myself. I new I was getting closer and closer to me seeing my handsome son's face. We decided to head back to the rooms, I was overcome with pain. My son's Aunt Tessa suggested that we do excercises on the ball. She helped me lay forward on the ball, as she massaged my lower back area.It really helped with the pain I was feeling.Then my Godmother Sanna suggested that I get in the Jacuzzi tub and relax as the pain became even more unbearable.I was so hungry, but I couldn't eat anything. All I kept thinking about was having my wonderful, healthy son and not give up.My son's arrival time was soon to

I was so excited cause today was the day I was going to finally meet my baby.  At around 5:15 p.m.,  my water broke.  This meant my baby was ready to come. The pain increased, my contractions were now one and a half minutes apart. My nurse came in and injected the epidural pain medicine into my spine.  At that moment my entire lower body went numb. I couldn’t feel anything. I was able to get comfortable now. I laid back on my delivery bed and watched the expressions on my boyfriend and his mom’s face. They were as nervous as I was, probably even more.  I was now dilating one centimeter every thirty minutes. Finally at 10:43 p.m., it was time for me to pushing. With my boyfriend holding one leg and his mother holding the other I gave four big pushes. After being in labor for 27 hours I finally delivered my son. My Son weighed six pounds eleven ounces and was nineteen

“You’re done for the night. When the period is over, I’m going to get you a sling and some ice. Go home and come see me in the clinic tomorrow morning.” Upset and in quite a bit of discomfort, I got my equipment off, showered, and headed home for the night. Trying to fall asleep that night was one of the most challenging things I have ever done. It is tough to get comfortable when you arm is in a sling and you can’t roll over. I eventually did fall asleep though, lost in my thoughts about the events of the night.

My husband, mom, step-dad, and I all showed up at the hospital. Pillows under our arms, bags bursting at the seams, trails of blankets followed us as we walked down the hall to my room. I entered my room, sat on the bed and prepared myself for the nurse to give me that magical shot that will induce me, I remember thinking of walking around with some contractions and BAM, within an hour or two I would meet my Baby Angel.

When I went to bed that night I had a wool blanket on which was not the most comfortable. I had thrown the blanket off of me in the middle of the night without knowing. I woke up the next morning screaming saying “GET IT OUT FROM UNDER ME!” My back felt more like it had pine needles jabbing into it, but at four in the morning it's kind of hard to know what exactly was going on. I thought that the blanket had just ended up underneath me. This time both my grandma, who was a registered nurse, and my mom took me to Urgent Care.

There were new families, celebrating the joy of a new baby and relatives of the families hugging and showing their excitement. I couldn’t wait for that to be us. We finally get into a room, and the nurses to their assessment and hook me up to a bunch of really loud beeping machines. But the best machine was the fetal monitor. It is a monitor that the hook to my belly, so that they can monitor the baby and her heart rate. It was the best sound in the world, and it took the other annoying beeping sounds away. At this point, we just have to wait. By this time, it is around one o’clock in the morning. I call my mom and tell her the news, “Mom, my water has broke and we are at the hospital”, she immediately says, “I’m on my way”. She lives an hour away and it seemed like she was there in a matter of thirty minutes. She was so excited as well, to finally be there to meet her first granddaughter. We all tried to get as much rest as possible; because I knew that we were going to have to be working really hard soon. It was also going to be a long day of anticipation and anxiety. Believe it or not, I actually slept really well. By morning around six o’clock, my contractions were so strong that they were taking my breath away and causing a lot of pain. I wanted to try and tough it out, and hold off on the epidural, but I had a feeling that I was going to have to ask for it

The next day, October 38th, 2014, around midnight, I was awakened by severe back pain. Throughout the night I would wake up to terrible contractions. My boyfriend called my mother to inform her about our situation, she

So, I got a job serving tables as a waitress. I enjoyed working as a waitress because it was quick and easy money. I saved majority of my tips for my new baby. I worked one night and just didn’t feel right. My stomach was hurting but not enough to leave work. I finished my shift and got in the bed at home still not feeling the best. I went to the bathroom and my water broke. I begin screaming at the