The Day I Was Born

She had notified my mom and sister that they would be performing the C-section later on that afternoon. My mom and my sister had gotten up and said they would be back by that time, they had to run some more errands for my baby shower. Then they left out of the door and not even ten minutes after they left, the nurse comes back into my room to rush me back. I was all set to go, I had already had my epidural and morphine, except I had nobody there with me to bring this precious little baby girl into this harsh

Mother: a term, an idea, an individual. In my case, a singular woman associated with love, nurture, and safety. Unfortunately, life rarely, if ever, takes an individual’s feelings into consideration when doling out hardships. My mother was diagnosed with cancer October 2007, and immediately engaged in chemotherapy in an attempt to slow the disease’s spread. The treatment seemed to work, and she entered remission. In the theme of most things good, it was over way too fast. In almost no time at all, I could barely recognize my own mother; so heavily had the cancer retaliated and so swiftly had her body shed every ounce of fat. Due to the amount of pain and discomfort she experienced during the initial chemotherapy treatments, my mother opted to forego additional treatments (heedless of outside advice), pursuing alternative medicines instead. I cannot accurately describe the feelings of pain, helplessness, and despair I felt watching my mother, the woman who cared for me whenever I was sick, wasting away in front of me. Her pain ended on December 27th, 2009, when her body finally lost the fight against itself. The day I lost my mother was the single most horrible day of my life.

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,

Most people would love a world where everyone is equal and no-one has to feel pain. This type of world would be ideal to live in, but what if I told you that a world like that is not so perfect at all? If everyone is equal we would all be the same, there would be no individuality. A world with no pain would also be a world with no happiness. Also, not everyone is going to obey the rules, so there will always be a rebellious citizen.

For some unknown reason I do not recall any memories past my elementary school years. So who knows when I learned how to read and write? It’s funny to say that this is the whole point to this essay. Thinking about it I could always lie about it and just embellish the truth. But then again why should I lie about how my supposed mother first taught me the ABC’s with some flash cards or how she would read to me at night. When none of this true. I simply don’t remember, but if I did it would probably be the most boring thing ever. My story doesn’t began until the 7th grade. Who would have known that it was by a librarian that my passion for reading began when she showed how us book trailers. They were these mini clips that would form these books to seem like movies. It was a trailer on

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

The day I enlisted in the United States Army is the day my life changed and everything else around me, it is who I am today. Before then, I grew up in a family of five, four boys and one girl. Struggling day by day just to get around, my mother at that time was the only one working and my father was politician man and working for the Mayor his right hand man for about four years. Until the new election came and that’s when my father got released from his job. With my mother the only one working she had many mouths to feed, my dad would do the best he could every day. My dad was like a “jack of all trades” as people would say, he is a fisherman, carpenter, cook and other skills I didn’t know he possessed. My father even though he was not

May 21st 2004, the day my father was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, and was given 2 months to live. I still remember like it was yesterday when my mum came stumbling into my room pushing the door open like she was angry at me, when I came to the realisation that something wasn’t right I had to pretend like I was okay and strong enough to get my family through this chapter of our lives.

I went to America with my Mom, my sister, and my Grandma. I had to go to the airport to take a plane.

I can remember it like it was yesterday, the pain of a natural labor! I was twenty years old and full term with my first son. My parents were having a party and one of their guests was being really irritating to my dogs and before you knew it he had began picking at me. He had 99 questions about me being ready for labor. As my parents and their friends continued to party my body was sending me a warning of the upcoming events. There was a long night waiting on me!

I am not sure that I can remember a moment in my life when my memory was faulty or inaccurate but what I can remember is that after having my son I forget a lot of things. I use to be able to remember everything; dates, numbers, what people tell me verbatim. However, since having my son I am so forgetful, clumsy; my short term memory is worst then my long term member. The most I can recall from pregnancy is that I was miserable; I slept on an air mattress in the living room because the felling of my queen sized mattress hurt my back. I also remember throwing up during the entire pregnancy. I enjoyed anything spicy because it helped with my heart burn. I had the worst headaches/migraines. But as for like the special moments that people record, such as; every month how big around my belly was, what foods didn’t agree, the first time I felt him kick.

"This is what we speak, not in words taught us by human wisdom but in words taught by the Spirit, explaining spiritual realities with Spirit-taught words."- 1 Corinthians 2:13. What is righteous and sin is dependent on ones past and where they want to be in the future. Because of serving my country in the United States Navy, I have learned that my body is my temple, my mind is my altar, and my soul belongs to God.

It wasn’t until the morning of Saturday, May 21, 2016 that I realized what the true feeling of unconditional love was. The moment a parent looks into his or her child’s eyes there is just so much love it’s unbelievable. People think they know what love is when they love a significant other, family member, or a close friend; however, that love is nothing compared to the love a parent experiences the day his or her child is born. That is the love I felt the moment I placed my beautiful baby boy on my chest.

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular

Throughout my life, there were many days that were significant; however there is only one day that stands from the rest. The most important day of my life is the day I graduated high school. Graduating high school was an emotional day because I felt prepared to exit one stage of my life and optimistic for the next step in my life.