Personal Narrative: To The Woman Who Birthed Me

Overall, I just want to be contented with my life in the future and not realize that I am miserable and that I have wasted my life. In the near future, I also aspire to do well in all four years of high school. This also applies to college. Another goal for the future that I have is to get a scholarship for college because of the fact that I want to go to college, but I don't want to drown in college debt.

There were many emotions that I experienced throughout the time that I had the baby. One among many was not anger but almost a despise of the fake baby. I did not think that taking the baby would be really as bad as it was, this being in the way that I was so strung out over this tiny machine making noise and others making a big deal out of it just adding to the stress. Also there were several points in this time that between my tiredness and my anger I was having mental collapses, crying, panicking, anxiety, these were things like me waiting for the baby to cry and then when it wouldn stop I would have to hold myself back or I felt like I was about to snap.

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,

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,

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.

50 minutes had passed since Bailey Madison James whom some called Bai and others called BJ. Though when they called her BJ that just pissed her off to the point of no return. Bailey thought it was funny when she'd explode and the looks on people's faces made her day sometime. She just couldn't get enough of it. "I love you." Bailey typed into her phone sending a text message to Calahan not knowing if he was going to get it or not. Even if they fought a lot she always made sure that he knew she loved him. Even if it was a simple text message before bed, a note on his pillow, a note on his plate when he'd come home late. It was just her little way of trying to make things better between them. She hated the fact that all they did was fight including

I was on bedrest with my first born from 20 through to 36 weeks. I went in for my 20 week ultrasound and left the hospital a week later. I had been told I had a 'Short Cervix', underwent an emergency surgery to have cerclage placed in my cervix to

I believe, without my mother's independence and the way she raised me, I would not be applying to Queens today. I have had my share of ups although I've also had plenty of downs. I have two older sisters and a younger brother. My oldest sister chose a different path when she had the opportunity to choose a more successful path. She moved out at the age of 16 to flew across the country to live off of my grandpa's income. She dropped out of college, barely a semester in, with student loan debt. She could have been a multi-sport collegiate athlete on scholarship. I look at her and see what could happen if I don't make the right choices and take advantage of my opportunities. My second oldest sister made most of the right choices, and I look at her and see how successful I could become.

On November 17,1989 my mother Juanita Renea Ohlinger went into labor at 6:00 A.M. she was in labor for 12hrs. She laid there in so much pain at Providence hospital until Dr. Kendal Foster showed up and told her she had to have a C-section because her pelvis would not expand. The nurse hooked my mother up to monitors and willed her to the operating room, my father Raymond F Smith was dressed in hospital operating clothes. Dr. Foster began to open my mother’s womb and pulled me out at 5:25 pm.

As we were walking into a chilly hospital from the freezing pitch dark night. I sat onto a hard uncormtibale wooden seat next to my older sister. For 30 minutes we sat there, then a nurse appeared from nowhere and told us the directions to our moms room. Our dad told us that we could go to our moms room 1st.He then began to walk slowly behind us.

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

Having my daughter saved my life. I remember very vividly my worst emotional breakdown. It was a freezing, bitter, winter night. I was in my apartment all alone; my roommates had gone over to another building. I can still feel the intense emotions that coursed through my veins that night: agony, loneliness, anger, frustration, panic, sorrow, and most of all, shame. I had been dealing with the absence of my family, my friends, and my boyfriend. I felt that I was being forgotten by all of them. They weren’t able to tell when I was obviously in a sad mood, no one took me seriously when I would call crying to them about my misery. This night, my emotions rushed me all at once, causing me to weep uncontrollably. My body, piece-by-piece,

A few days ago my mom told me I was supposed to be a December baby, but I am a October baby. I was born two months early. When I was born my skin was yellow. I had to be wrapped in a blue blanket that made me light up blue. Its called a Bilirubin blanket.The doctors said I was Jaundice. My mom and I had to stay in the Hospital for a few days to recover. Even though I was born very early I was still very healthy. I still am.

May 28, 1997 is a day that I have thought about many times. At the time, I was unsure how I felt about the way I was treated; I realize now that I was facing discrimination. I was neglected, ignored and not given the same treatment as the woman in the next room. Sadly, the person who discriminated against me was my labor and delivery Nurse. My experience that evening should have been one of joy, excitement and celebration. Instead, I was treated like a dumb child, undeserving of happiness that delivering a baby brings.

I knew Christmas was coming up, and I knew my wife was going to go all out to get me something special! With only $2.00 I went into the city to try and find something that I knew she would like. First I went into the women shoe dept. Store, I looked all over for some shoes but I did not find anything. Next I went into the women clothing store. I thought about buying Della a nice outfit. BUT I did not have enough money for a nice outfit and I knew the man would not negotiate with me. After 2 hours of looking and thinking, I am now starting to panic it is getting late and I do not have a clue, nor a thought about what I should get my wife! As I was walking, out of luck, I walked past a beauty supply store and I saw this BEAUTIFUL comb! My wife had long beautiful hair and I knew she would love this comb.