The Day I Was Forgotten

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

Her second day at the hospital was not good. My grandpa, aunt , and me were in the hospital room with her. A nurse had came in and gave my grandmother a shot because they gave her too much medicine. The shot

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

Although, i went to the hospital. I had to go under the x-ray that i had to go through again because i kept moving. My mother was very angry at me for not telling her. She was just glad that i was okay. And to tell if something bad happen

for something magical to happen. Today is the day I will finally be getting a brother that I have been wishing for the last ten years. The day has finally come. I used to not want any siblings before when I was young because I always thought they would take the spotlight away from me. But once you spent 10 years by yourself you want someone else to be around you.

November 28, 2016 was the day my life drastically changed for the better. It was the day I had my son. From finding out I was pregnant, to going through all three trimesters and enduring all the horrifying pains of labor and contractions but the pain quickly vanished as soon as I held my baby boy in my arms and heard his very first cry. All of the tribulations of being pregnant and giving birth was completely worth it, as tears ran down my cheeks, I was unaware that love this strong and completely unconditional existed until now.

I will be talking about my mother being pregnant and having my sister. She was about thirty five when she got pregnant with her.she told me my brother my sister and me by handing my sister prenatal pills. We were all so shocked and happy.

While they were trying to figure out what happened my mom started to bandage me

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

They took his friend’s car so my dad asked him if he could borrow his car to come to the hospital and he said yes. My dad always tells me that I’m gonna break something so when he got to the hospital and came to the room I was in the first thing he said to me was “I told you so.” I was so worried I was going to need surgery but luckily I didn’t. My room was a few feet away from the door for the part of the building that I was in so every time the door would open my dad would start tapping his feet so I would think it was the doctor coming to give me the news that I did not need surgery and that I just needed a

We arrived at the hospital and my mother ran inside and grabbed me a wheelchair. We were admitted to a room very quickly, my dad does business with the hospital so we have connections. They took me to the x-ray room

She stayed in the hospital for a couple of months because of how sick she was and attempting every treatment available. Anyone that wanted to visit her were required to wear isolation gowns and gloves. Eventually, we were told the cancer was too far advanced and there was nothing left to do but make my mother comfortable. She came home with hospice care. She was on an abundance of medications that changed her as a person. My mom screamed at me whenever I was home due to her being so confused. I knew the women yelling at me was not her, but longed for my mother.. I know she would not have done that if it were not for the drugs and cancer spreading throughout her body.

The day I lost my innocence was the day my life was forever changed. For the past couple of days we have been hearing about the civil wars in the different Liberian counties. I can hear the fear in my dad’s voice as he tells me of the horrible things the rebels are doing. They are killing all of the people that do not support or believe in what they are doing. I am from one of the richest countries in the world, blessed with many natural resources. This small West African country called Liberia, is one of the world’s largest exporters of rubber, diamonds, and gold. But this beautiful country will never hold the esteemed place that it once held. War has torn this beautiful land a part. I hate wars, I hate everything about them. If I had the power and the chance to do great things in this world, I would do everything in my power to stop people from fighting war; so that people don’t have to die. But interestingly, my view on wars was not always this way. At one point in my life, the idea of war was exciting to me, mostly because it was always glorified. From what I saw on television, war movies were depicted with beautiful story lines that made me want to take part in that exhilarating experience. But this view was suddenly changed when I was forced to take a man’s life. My troubles all started just one month ago when the rebels finally took over the capital city of Liberia, called Monrovia. I awoke to barrels of gun fire, everything I knew and loved to do was takin from

It was my birthday. Two things that I never thought would happen. One was me getting a chocolate lab I named Hazel,the second was losing a loved one.These two thing happened on one day that I will love and hate for the rest of my life.

The doctor informed me that my mom had a brain tumor, and that I needed to take her straight to the hospital. He asked if I wanted to tell her, or if he should. I panicked and I asked him to tell her. She was half asleep at this point, but I got her to take the phone. She just nodded knowingly as she listened, and seemed un-phased. I wasn’t sure if she even understood what was going on.