Personal Narrative: You Re Pregnant

In the essay "What Pregnant Women Won't Tell You - Ever", Elyse Anders talks about the downsides of pregnancy. Some of which I wasn't aware that could happen but other I was. I was aware of common symptoms like having a trouble staying awake, morning sickness, frequent urination, pooping and not being able to drink. But, I was not aware of the others.

I could not help but think that I may forget and leave her in the car, or rush out the house and leave her home alone. I know that may sound crazy, but I always doing things that. I remember my mom telling me everyday that if my head was not already attached to my body, I would lose it. It's crazy because in health class we did the whole egg baby project, and needless to say I left my poor little defenseless baby egg on the school. Since that day, everyone would always tell me that a baby would not be for me. But regardless of how I felt, this baby was coming into this world whether I wanted it too or not. I have no choice but to grow up, accept responsibility and get prepared. So instead of relaxing and hanging out friends, I went to college and work and saved the money to prepare for the few months that I could not work.

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

I found true love, but our reckless bliss was short lived. I began to get sick. I was constantly nauseous and unable to focus. Given my many responsibilities, I could not afford to be sick--why was I sick? I had classes and events to attend and fully participate in as student body vice president--why could I not keep my bearings? I began to panic. What was wrong with me? After several visits to my doctor, I found out that I was pregnant. I was 22, in a new serious relationship, a senior in college, and no money. This was the biggest challenge I had ever

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

My peice of advice as well was to seek a doctor. Being healthy prior to conceiving is very helpful when it comes to Gestational Diabetes. I was very fortunate with both of my kids that i didn't get Gestational Diabetes. I was 17 when i had my first child and very active. If i was not doing traveling softball on the weekend then i was cheering on a competition cheer squad. I agree on the overall lack of care. It drives me crazy to see some of the things that parents let there kids eat. My sister in law is a good example of that. She uses they excuse that they are growing boys and they are going through that stage. I just want to shake her and say portion control and eat heathier. She suffers from morbid obesity and her kids are 11 and 17, they

I was so emotional during my first trimester. I dealt with feelings of depression and on other days, I was elated to be pregnant. In addition to the changes I experienced mentally, I physically was drained from always being tired and nauseous. Things I smelled and things I usually enjoyed eating would often lead me to the nearest bathroom. I would literally go to work and come home and go right to sleep. I was not interested in my responsibilities and that made me feel like I was a bad person. After a few weeks of being sick, I really was getting frustrated with the whole idea of being pregnant. Being sick for 6-8 weeks is no joke. I really thought I would be the one pressuring my husband to support my dream of having a big family. But after

Lying in bed on a boring Sunday watching YouTube on my iPod, then mom texts me

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Losing my mother was very traumatising. She was the only parent I knew since the age of three and the one person I knew I could depend on one hundred percent. I was in school when one of my cousin came to inform me that I was to return home immediately. In my gut I knew something serious must have happened to my mother. I do not remember how I got home. When I saw several people crying at my home and nobody was really make eye contact with me, I just started to cry too and that is when someone told me how sorry they were for my loss. I was in shock for more than three days. I did not sleep nor eat and I did not shade single tears after the initial outburst. Basically I just wanted to crawl in a corner and never wake up from the nightmare. However, I had to become an adult and I

I couldn’t handle it. Let alone say it. I hated the word miscarried, I still do, but in this case I had to fight myself to move on even more. I was moody, despising bad mothers. This girl named Kiya, I told her what happened because she was my friend. At least that’s what I thought. You could tell she didn’t care. She wasn’t a good mother. She wasn’t home to take care of Anna much. Kiya’s own mother did that. She skipped school and did drugs even when she was pregnant. I blew up on her and in the end she hurt me. She told me she was happy I lost my baby and she’s a much better parent than I’d ever be. It hurt and showed she was heartless. In a way I did it to myself, but she didn’t have to say it like that. I have no room to judge, its her life. I was so jealous and mad. I did what I could do and she didn’t. All I could think was how come she gets to have a baby and I couldn’t even get to hold

A life-changing event is not something to be taken lightly. Throughout our lives, we encounter many obstacles and changes, some of which bring us joy and excitement, others of which may be hard for us to handle. When I look back on my relatively short life, it may, at first, be hard for me to think of an event that has truly molded and shaped the person that I am today. I have encountered several changes, but at the time, they felt like mere speed bumps along my path. Looking back now, it is easy for me to see that these changes were not by chance, but were placed in my path to form the person that I am today.

At first I wanted to believe that what my parents were saying weren’t true because I would never understand on why would they want another child. However when I realized they were serious about it, I started to panic because the first thing that came to my mind was that I’m being replaced by this new baby. I started to question myself and imagine things like how my parents won’t love me as much as they used to and how my older siblings won’t even bother minding me anymore. More unwanted thoughts came into my mind and that’s when I lost it, I started to cry every single day and made sure that everyone in my family knew that I was not happy about it all. Although my parents tried to explain the reason why they wanted to

Everyone has that one experience that makes them look at life with a new set of eyes. My life changing experience happened a little earlier than most. It was the summer before first grade. We had gotten an exceptional amount of rain in the past months even though it was summer. I did not notice, though, because summer was every six year old's favorite holiday, next to Christmas and their birthday. My summer was supposed to be like any other but it quickly took a turn. For the best or for the worst? That is debatable.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping