The Day I Had Prepared Myself Essay

I remember when my water bag broke; it was August 12, 1992, and the time was 12:15am.I was very excited that I would see my new baby on her due date. I did what the child birthing book recommended. I woke my husband up and told him to call the hospital. In the meantime I decided to take a shower. I was pretty calm because I didn't have any contractions. I wore my best maternity outfit and was spruced up compared to my husband. I even put on some perfume. You see, we had just gone to bed at 11:30 that night. My husband looked a little worse for wear. We got to the hospital and then were led into the maternity room. The room looked a little dingy with its yellow light and peeling paint. The hospital bed was small and narrow. I got scared,

At week number thirty five, you should be delighted to know that your little one playing inside looks just like a little new born should and yes, it is just a matter of a few days till you can see and feel him or her in person! However as the day of labor comes closer, most of the pregnant women tend to panic and feel anxious as to how their pregnancy would go. While this is nothing but extremely normal and usual a happening, it is important to share the worries with your medical practitioner so that she can closely monitor your and your babies health in the due course of time.

I also remember going in and seeing my mom, probably for the first time since she had the baby. I remember just sitting on the bed drawing while she talked to me. (I loved to draw at the time and was sometimes called ‘Little Picasso’.) This was the first time that it really clicked. We weren’t just going to go home and everything would be back to the way it was. This wasn’t a game of pretend. After mom came home from the hospital there was actually going to be another baby.

Walking down the bright, white hallways gave the same feeling of walking through a maze because everything looked the same. Lingering in the air was the ever present lemon like scent that originated from the massive amount of cleaning wipes the hospital uses. Everything was clean and clear. I got it! I walked at a faster pace as I finally remembered where the department was. I rounded a corner and gave a relieved sigh as I spotted the bright green sign that read “Obstetrics” above a pair of wooden double doors. I reached for the tan colored telephone that was adjacent to the double doors.

Patience is wearing thin , the shocking moment is almost here. Then a miracle happens! A beautiful brown eyed baby is born into this world.

After talking to Angela Figi, i felt finally we were going to have the family i never had and prayed for. The day he was born was amazing and a bit scary. Like most woman

I just found out about a month ago that I am expecting a little boy due in December who I decided to name Eli. The father to my son is my boyfriend Branden, who I have been with for almost two years now; life couldn’t be better. I am having my baby shower in a few days and couldn’t be more excited to have this moment. I thought I would never have kids due to me not liking them but now I just can’t wait to have my little man.

Little arms, little legs, little head, little person. I began to cry and feel my lower stomach. I’m pregnant with Aiden’s child. Aiden then knocked on the door and asked for my permission to come inside. I scrambled and hid the pictures under my blanket.

Introduction I. What if one day you discovered you were pregnant and unprepared? What would your next thought be? II. I know many friends and family that have been in this situation and I empathize with them.

At first, finding out I was pregnant was a devastating shock to not only myself but everyone around me. I was only eighteen and was a senior in high school. I had such high expectations for myself.

I sucked in my breath, held it for as long as I could, tasting it with my tongue before letting it out. The air was stale again. A baby. We'd been through this before, each of us. Flabby and soundless or howling in pain, our last two had luckily died within hours. There had been a time when hope wasn't a sharp knife and babies were coveted. I am the one that remembers but they won’t listen. What is left of that time? Nothing, but me.

     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.

I will never forget the moment my labor began, the moment that marked that step in my journey into motherhood. I can remember everything about it so clearly. My mom, fiancé, and I woke up early Friday morning to make our way to Western Missouri Medical Center. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my belly knowing it would be my last time standing in that bathroom with my baby inside of me still. It was a bittersweet moment that I cherished as long as I possibly could. I was set to be induced that morning and very excited, yet a little bit nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I’d been waiting a very long 37 weeks to finally meet this precious human that had been growing inside me. I had ideas of what he might look like, and what the experience might be like, however nothing could have prepared me for what was in store over the next few days.

It was an unpleasantly early morning in the hospital waiting room. Nurses buzzed around, busy attending to their patients while a faint beeping sound could be heard in the background. I was starting my second shift of the day at the hospital, just finishing working a shift in the dark, grimy morgue. Groggy, I sat down at my desk to begin another four hours of labor. My position was to assure that the paper work was properly completed and that all patients were attended too. While being a supervising nurse was a great responsibility, it left time to day dream.

Finding out that I was pregnant first hand was a bittersweet but conversely a Kodak moment as well. During the first couple of days I didn’t know whether to ball up and cry or to be happy and exhilarated, I was 17 so I didn’t know how to be happy about me being with a fetus inside of me. “I have my whole life ahead of me, this can’t be real, why me?” I constantly asked myself while looking at the positive pregnancy test. After finding out this shocking news I walked in the same room that my cousin Kiana was patiently waiting in, and quietly said it’s positive. Kiana gave me the ideal expression I kind of hoped for and needed during the time-being but shortly after, I got the news that she was also pregnant. When I first noticed my first sign of pregnancy when I started spotting, and increase of hunger, I didn’t think nothing of it but I slightly had a clue. A week goes by still going unnoticed until the morning sickness stage hit. Waking up with morning sickness was one of the stages I had an aversion to the most. I partially disliked this stage because not only was it morning sickness, but because it was morning and afternoon sickness. Another reason is because it made me feel nauseous. After the morning sickness stage, it encouraged me to get a pregnancy test.