Rocio Leon's Story: A Trip To Metropolitan Hospital

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

Staring down at the baby; my baby in his little plastic box, I was overcome by a fear I had never felt before. I would later find out that his box was called and isolate, a special bed for premature babies. His eyes were covered with gauze, he had a tube in his nose that was assisting his breathing, and he was so small. Awestruck, I watched his slight movements. His mouth moved as if he was searching for something. His tiny hands grasped for something to hold on to. I slowly reached my finger to his hand and he clutched it with all of his little might. His grasp sent shock waves of love through my body that I had never experienced in my life. I was a mother.

I could sit here and share with the board a sad story of a young child whose single mother worked the graveyard shift every day of the week, just to provide for her four young children. I could also share how despondent that I felt growing up, and how my mother shopped for my clothes from thrift shops, how she would get excited when she found something named brand for us. But I won't do that, instead I would like to introduce you to a delightfully chaotic little girl named Audriana- Faith. On August 15, 2012 Audriana-Faith was born at 1:41 am, weighing in 6 pounds and 12 ounces. The day my daughter was born was a day embedded in my memory, but it was not the best day of my life. I know that's what you're supposed to say, but becoming a mother

I tried to keep my head, I was awake and alert. I had dreamed about those first moments, getting to breastfeed right away, all that. And so when I had to go to the hospital, it was a shock.

He expressed that he would feel additional comfort with a male therapist in the room. The couple arrived for the first session on time and reported that they were nervous to attend therapy. Ziola did not feel that we would be able to help, and Jose pleaded that we help. Ziola’s depression had improved in the six months since the abortion, although it was still something she dealt with regularly. The couple had not shared their experience with their family and friends. The only people were the couple and now us the therapists. They did not tell anyone about the pregnancy due to the shame associated with it within their religious tenets.

It was an ordinary winter day in the city of Lynn, Massachusetts. As people headed to work and school they looked forward to the adventures the weekend would bring the next day. However, not so far away, Henry Rosario and his wife, Wendy Contreras, waited anxiously in their apartment knowing that the moment that would change their lives forever was near. “As my first daughter it was very painful, scary, and anxious” (Contreras interview). After waiting for what seemed like forever, they decided to go to Salem Hospital. Once they arrived, however, they were told by the doctor that she was not was not ready to deliver yet and was sent back home. At home, Wendy paced around the living room in agony waiting for the moment to come so she could get

I was 33 years old on November 9th, 2000. My family was made of myself, my husband, Doug, my daughter, Haley, and our dog, Josie. Haley was only 2 years and 9 months old at the time of the birth of her new baby brother, but I wasn’t quite sure how she would handle not having all of the attention. I could tell something was off from the moment I woke up that day. To start, Haley wouldn’t stop crying from the moment she woke up. As for me, I was feeling sick, and was having a few contractions here and there. I was packing my things for the hospital because I was scheduled to have a C-section November 10th. Afternoon came and my condition was getting worse and worse, things got so bad that Doug and I decided we should go to the hospital. I was mortified because I just needed the baby to wait a couple more hours. I could not have this baby come out of the birth canal, my

I was in a daze, a real daze. It just didn't seem real. I just held her. I held her and I told her that Mommy tried her best to help

Tananarative , Patient Zero I walked out of the doors and the parking lot was so quiet I couldn't hear a thing. I walked a bit further and passed cars with broken windows and flat tires and no one in sight. My stomachs began to rumble . I'm really hungry. I have to find food quick. I walked upon a convient store. The convient store had a bunch of food. I grabbed a big basket from the front and started to drop things inside . Things I'd liked , things for Mrs.Manigat and Nurse Rene and Dr. Ben . I'm pretty sure that's why no one was in the hospital with me . They went to find food. I wish we all had phones for me to be able to tell them that Ive found food. I gather all the drinks no food that I could fit inside my basket and started walking

“Are you okay sweetheart? Do you need to go to the hospital? Are you in labor?” says Phil. “Calm down honey I'm fine the baby is kicking,really hard almost like making she's making her presence known hehe” said Sarah.Phil lays his head and Sarah's belly and kisses it.”Don't worry baby girl everything's gonna be alright,we know you're in there and you're scared but we need you to stay nice and healthy for mommy” Sarah and Phil both rub the belly while falling

When I went in and sat down, I waited for Dr. Stanpole to call me. As I looked around to try and distract myself. Immediately I heard the footsteps of the nurses running past me like a horse in a race. I was confused, then got up from the bench and tapped one of the nurses passing by and queried "What's going on and why is everyone in such a hurry?". She passed me like if I wasn't even there so meanwhile I decided to wait here until I saw Dr. Stanpole coming. I asked him while hesitating, "What's going on, but mainly how's

For the first three years of my son’s life, I rarely slept through the night because he almost never did. Not only was this a very tiring time of my life, it was very confusing. I was reading a lot

“¡Hola! ¿Cómo está? Soy Teresa y estoy con la Clínica Latina del UNC. … Se encuentra el señor… Ah, llamo hoy para recordarle a su cita en la próxima semana, el veintitrés de marzo en… Si tiene problemas o preguntas, puede llamarnos a… ¡Gracias y tenga un buen día!” Click. The last phone call of the day. Time to attend to the patients coming into the clinic! As I go with the nurse to call the patient to triage, I ask him if he needed Spanish translation. He perks up, accepts the Spanish translation, and thanks me for last time. Last time? Wasn’t that three months ago?

Now it was time to finally leave the hospital, and I really didn’t know where we would live at because I had no job. I really didn’t know how to feel about the situation other than scared and wanting to cry, but I couldn’t because Freddrick would feel something was wrong. Luckily my mother came to pick Freddrick and me up to move with her in Orlando, FL. Once we finally moved and had a place to live that was one less thing I would have to worry about at that point. I knew I had a lot more things to deal with, I needed to find Freddrick a doctor, I needed a job, find us our own apartment, and try to get some type of support for Freddrick from his father. There was a lot I had to get used to being that I had a baby. That I can’t just get up and go anymore, I had to pack a baby bag, and I couldn’t

     My mom drove me to what would become my last visit to the doctor’s office before giving birth to my daughter. Dr. Dermer observed me and then told me to be at the hospital around six thirty that evening. He advised me to eat a good dinner before departing for the hospital. Dr. Dermer had decided to induce my labor, due to the fact that I was two weeks past my due date.