Personal Narrative: The Home Of Brand New Babies

On October 17, 2002 at 7:58pm at Riverside Hospital in Newport News, Va., Mr. Corey and Mrs. Annise Herbin had their first and only baby. Before I was born my parents thought of several names for me. My dad wanted to name me Leslie and my mother considered Sydney and Briana. They decided to name me Layla Camille Herbin, which means dark knight and silent warrior. After seeing the boxer Laila Ali on television, my mother fell in love the name. My parents told me that immediately after I was born, my father took me from the doctor and raised me up to dedicate me to God. They describe it to me like the scene in the movie Roots.

I was fifteen years old when my mother invited me to help out with the local foster home. When I arrived at the foster home I began to cry in response to the young children that I saw. It was difficult for me to understand the children's emotions initially but throughout the day I learned the reason behind their joy. Most of the foster children were grateful for the little deeds that the volunteers performed for them because we showed that we cared about them. In all honesty many people take for granted the advantages they have for succeeding in life. The foster children that I've seen that day were limited because they did not have the physical and the emotional support of their families. I did not realized how blessed I was to have a loving

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

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 remember the day like it was yesterday. I just had got off the bus and I looked at my phone I saw I had 20 text and 8 missed call. I was wondering why I had so many text and calls before I could even look at them.

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

This is probably by far the hardest course I have taken in the last two years, but I am proud to say I didn’t give up. There was a lot to be learned in a short amount of time as well as learning how to use other programs on the computer. I have gained more knowledge in learning the two new programs this semester.

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 adoption means the world to me. It makes me feel cool to be different from everyone around me. I love to see the reactions on people's faces when I tell them I am from Russia and what they do when I say my real name and when I speak Russian. To me, it is so cool and I love being Russian. I love being able to tell people that I am from that country but, I don't like the way I look to others, I have chubby cheeks, which I am insecure about, I have small eyes, which I get called Asian, and I have a weird voice, which I am insecure about because I have heard people tell me I sound weird when I talk. To me this journey of me being adopted has been the best yet the worst experience in my life, I hate the fact that I never saw my parents ever,

Five years ago I gave birth to a baby boy, although I can't really call him a baby since he was the size of a small elephant. I knew I had to do something to afford him the best life possible. A friend of mine had gone to a local technical college for a medical assisting program. She graduated and soon moved up to being the practice manager at the pediatric office she worked at. I asked her some questions, she gave the school and job a rave review and I was hooked. I walked into school when Greyson was three weeks old and asked the counselor to sign me up for the next available class. The counselor looked at me with wandering eyes, letting them fall to rest on Greyson at my chest. She asked me "are you sure..you have a new baby?" I replied

Two years have passed since I saw that note on his pillow. Two years of misery, two years of non-stop searching, two years of unanswered questions. Sometimes I think I see him; Sitting next to an older lady on the subway, Sitting in the corner in the coffee shop, or even leaning on one of the lampposts in 5th street. But it never fails, I move to see if it’s him, hoping it’s my husband.. but it’s not. It never is, no one is in that seat, no one is leaning on the lamppost. My husband is a ghost.

A little bird once told me that I am the most adorable, sweetest woman that they’ve ever known. You know what I told them? Hahaha, I told them that my cuteness is just a feather in my mama’s cap of all things that she done accomplished in her time on this Earth. Even though when I was born, my daddy told her to put that ugly baby up for adoption, but she replied, “Don’t you dare look a gift horse in the mouth! You love your child because one day real soon she’ll be the apple of some other man’s eye and you are just going to be a bushel of sour grapes looking at them from afar.” Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours though, my momma decided that she didn’t wanna change horses midstream and stayed as cool as a cucumber for as long as I

Throughout life I have experienced numerous events that have shaped me into becoming the person I am to this day. Out of all these events, my adoption has been the most significant and life changing event of my life. Two weeks before my first birthday in, I was adopted from Nanchang, China. As I grew up, my parents never once tried to conceal my adoption. Without them, I believe I would have grown to be a totally different person. Although I was adopted and brought in by my adoptive parents, I see myself in the everyday. I see them as nothing less than my real parents and I aspire to be as generous and compassionate as they are. Without them, I would have never been able to experience half of the life changing events I have gone through. As

The perfection of a newborn baby leads everyone to think about how nothing bad could ever happen to their perfect little angel. A newborn male, new parents are wondering how their lives will change with the task to take care of him. He receives multiple doctor’s visits and shots to keep him healthy. After two months, that’s where I come in. The thriving baby will begin to experience horrible symptoms and then be faced with the fact that he will have me, menkes disease.

When I became a mother for the first time I was given a lot of different advice. Some good, some bad, some I didn’t even understand. Among the list I didn’t understand was one piece of advice that took me a while to understand. Enjoy your child while they’re little because once they hit the teenage years everything changes. It took me awhile to understand what exactly people meant until I looked back sixteen years to when I was thirteen. Everything about me changed from my attitude to my style. I remember struggling trying to find my identity and who I was and who I wanted to become. One of my biggest struggles was my appearance and trying to fit in with my generation. During this time my mother would constantly saying “So what are you going