I'm so excited,” I lie again. When will the truth ever escape my lips? I walk to Rachel's house stunned. I hear the screaming even before I put my hand on the door handle. I bolt into the mansion, frantically looking for my wife. The screaming worsens, impairing my hearing, like knives being thrown at my head. The noise is coming from upstairs. In a panic, I sprint up to our room. As soon as a come to the doorway, a pungent odor hits my nose. A turn my head to the left. There, I see Rachel. Crumpled on the bathroom floor, like a used piece of paper. Blood covers the bathroom floor, looking like a red swamp. The blue tiles are masked by the sea of red. I walk over to her tentatively. I examine the bathroom. My eardrums feel as though they are about to burst. My eyes meet the toilet. There's something in it. The white basin is white no more. Something is floating in the toilet. I realize what it is. I reach for the phone as quick as lightning. I practically punch the buttons in the phone to call the doctor. “Doctor! Doctor! You need to come to our house right now! My wife is losing blood and my baby, my baby!” I scream into the phone. The doctor attempts to calm me down, but it is no use. He will come as soon as possible. Rachel looks beaten, all of the energy and power taken out of her. I dare to cross the bathroom floor to Rachel. My tennis shoes stick to the floor like glue. I tenderly touch her. I carry her to the bath to wash her off. The
I could feel the breeze skim through my hair as my loose shirt caught the brisk air behind me. This was my sanctuary, the feeling was bliss. I made my way home, bracing myself for the approaching argument I was about to have with my mother. That feeling of pleasure left my body as quickly as it arrived. I stepped into the front door, and closed it behind me as quietly as I could, maybe she wouldn't notice I was late home. But before I could even take the first few steps inside, I heard mum coming from the kitchen,
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
this baby and I'm scared, too, and I don't want anything to happen to my baby's father,
As she creeped into the room she side stepped the glass bottles on the floor and little packets of cigarettes that were thrown about and pills and packets of sugar that were scattered by the mirror that Mom put on the floor. Why did mom eat pancakes with powdered sugar without me? Did she finish breakfast? I didn’t think we even had powdered sugar left. Did she take her medicine yet? Mommy wasn’t herself without her special medicine.
“No we need to go now. Get in the truck,” he instructed me. I reluctantly walked out, telling the kids we will be back soon. So we drove to the doctor, got the news, and drove home. Immediately I walked out to the barn to start cleaning. There hasn’t been a dust storm in weeks, so I was hoping it would last a little longer. I had rejected going to the doctor for so long. I was already a few months into pregnancy. I didn’t know how I could hide it from my children but I didn’t want them to worry about
I felt someone rubbing my arm softly. When I opened my eyes, I was on the couch with… Katy was snuggled up against me and held my arm in place as I tried to move it from cradling her. Oh, but the man’s deep harsh voice that now rattled my brain had me frozen in place and in pain. Katy covered most of my face being in front of me as we spooned, but I could see (who had to be her dad) on the wall size TV looking at the two of us huddled closely together.
So still clueless to what's going on I'm rushing home to check on her and I get another phone call from her . Saying we need to talk so I come
When I look at her eyebrows, I see how similar we are. The way her eyes looks reminds me of the sweet coffee she always for me. Many people say my mom is young for her age. At one point, they thought her and I were siblings. There are many things that makes her significant to me. Immigrating to the U.S. from Ecuador was a sacrifice she took to raise us. I see how hard working and strong my mom is. After a long hard day at cleaning peoples house, I see how tired she is. The bags in her eyes can carry many pounds. Although she is stressed out and tired, she is always there for me. When I need help on a homework assignment, she comes and helps me even after a long day. When I was little and needed help on a project, she would study my textbook
She blinked away tears. Then said, “I’m trying to get myself something to do.” “Well then I think that’s great. But leave a note for me next time, okay? Damn scared me half to death.” Claire sat next to Franklin, lit a cigarette. She started to cry. Nearly lit her hair on fire, cigarette still pinched between her fingers. Franklin wrapped his arm around her shoulders, asked what was wrong. Said he can’t do anything to help if she won’t tell him what’s got her all spun about. Said she needs to calm down so they can talk. Claire wept longer than she thought she needed to. Wondered if it was genuine, or some deep down intention to lie. Franklin asked, “What is it, Claire? What’s going on?” Claire sucked back on her runny nose, couldn’t think of anything to say, but said, “I want a baby, Frank. I want a baby so bad.” “Maybe we should try and talk to one of them baby doctors?” “Maybe.” Claire took Franklin’s hand, stood, led him into the bedroom. *** Their appointment with the specialist was set for a week from Wednesday. During the week leading up to it, Claire kept taking her pill. Kept venturing further away from Muncy every day. Kept bedding Franklin to make up for almost not coming home most days. But she started drinking up most of the beer in the house. Sick and guilty by day, drunk and horny by night, Claire got careless. Left lit cigarettes
First of all, found I was pregnant I was so shocked with weird looking expression on my face. I was nineteen years old with no type of financial stable, home, car, school. Actually in May 2007 I was had no signs of pregnancy, I eat all the time all day everyday so I was not thinking I was pregnant with baby in my stomach. I knew when I did not get my monthly visitor every month their was a problem. I went to the doctor and took a pregancy test. At home I was watching television, I was pretty sure everything would be fine I told myself that. The phone rang I ran out my room so fast to grab the phone I said hello. On the other end of the phone the nurse tells me is this, Tamika Thomas I said yes this is me’’ I like to inform you my gut began to twisted up she said the words that forever
I was not able to make the decision what to do, I keep the baby then it will bring happiness to my wife and the whole family and on the other hand increase my