Personal Narrative: Where Are Babies Came From?

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 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.

I did not realize that giving birth was so costly until now, I gave birth with a C-section and I was not charged for anything and I had a different insurance. Normally in New York, when you go to your first visit to the hospital and you don't have insurance they make you apply for one and it cover all the costs depending on the insurance. I stayed in the hospital five days and receive a lot of care from the

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.

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.

It was July 6, 2015, I woke up at 4:45 a.m it was time to get ready and go to the hospital. I was having my baby boy today! I needed to be at the hospital between 5 and 5:30 to be induced. I was so nervous, but I had carried my baby boy for 9 months and I was ready to finally hold him.

My one true goal in life was always to be a mother. I was thirty years old and had underwent over four surgeries on my female organs. I had finally given up hope that I may ever get pregnant and it not ultimately end in a miscarriage.

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.

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

Why don't I fit in with my family? That's the question I’ve been asking myself since I was eight years old. That question came up when my parents had my baby brother, his name is Elijah. Through my years I was picked on for having a white mom and dad. I never listened to them until I was 11 and a kid name Lilly asked me,

On May 19th, 2012 my whole life was turned around. See, my mom had a drug and alcohol problem, so her state of mind wasn’t really in a good place. As I reached my grandmother’s house in Brooklyn, New York, her telephone started to ring. On the other end, was the sound of a woman crying, the type of cry where you can’t get your words out and no one can understand what you are saying. It was the cry of my mother. I couldn’t really make out any of the words she was saying but I clearly heard the part about my brothers being taken away from her by ACS. Now, remember the date I told you in the beginning? Yeah, they day all this happened was on my birthday. This event made me grow and change my whole life around in so many ways.

Eve?” Armani called into the small room, opening the door. Evangeline laid on a pile of blankets, their back turned to the door. “You okay?” He asked. Evangeline didn’t respond. “Well, I know what today is, and I hate to bother you like this, but there are six human newbies and they need you.” Armani said quietly.

One of the best monments of my life, July 2, 2012 was the day i gave birth to my daughter, Chyna Marie Martin. I went through so much the first three months of my daughters birth, she was amited in CHKD on July 3,2012 due to low blood sugars. I remember like it was yesterday, i was having contractions back to back so i went to the hospital only to be sent home after being there for over 4 hours to be told i was having bracsohutsome. So i went home and the pain was becoming imbareable to handle anymore so 5 hours of trying to sleep through the pain i called my doctor and told him something was wrong i must be having contractions this time i couldnt even walk stable.

From when I was 5 to about 11 years old, I always thought that babies were made in heaven and were brought to their mothers by a stork. That was the story my mom would always tell me when I asked her about how babies were born. I would always ask for a little brother but he never came. It wasn’t until I got to middle school when I learned the truth.

Is your mother really your mother? My birth mother has never been in my life. Never have been around her for a long period of time. My great aunt has been her through everything in my life. The only reason why I'm still sane.