The Day My Baby Was Born

Describing her child's birth she'd experience, I had the privileges to interview Jakedra Hightower, who is a mother of a 3 year old boy name. Ms. Hightower, explained her stages and different procedures it took to deliver her baby boy. During her first stage (The first stage begins when you start having contractions that cause progressive changes in your cervix and ends when your cervix is fully dilated) she stated that she was on her way to the grocery store, and soon as she sat in her car, intolerable contractions inevitably rushed through her body. She then stated, ''I was very fortunate that I didn't actually leave my house. I don't know what I would of done if I was on the road with my severe contractions.'' When she arrived at the hospital

To choose one memorable time in my life is not an easy task. There are many occasions in my life that stand out, many even prepared me to be the woman I am today. One of those moments, the day my daughter was diagnosed with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. That day was my first lesson in patience and fueled my ability in research. Yes, I admit I was very nervous and concerned. I educated myself by reading numerous books. You could even go as far as to say I was obsessed with everything I heard and read about ADHD. I wanted to become knowledgeable and not just take the word of others.

Bringing life into this world through child birth can be a beautiful, yet scary experience. While I was reading this article, I began reminiscing about my past pregnancies and experiences with child birth. Elizabeth Rourke was expecting her first child and had envisioned exactly how she wanted her labor and delivery to go. I too had many expectations of what I thought labor and delivery would be. How it exactly happened was an entirely different story. After her delivery by cesarean, Elizabeth felt deprived and like a failure. I had also had a similar experience during my first labor and delivery. “The Score” tells the story of Elizabeth Rourke’s child birthing experience, the history of delivery complications and the interventions and inventions used, and lastly how those interventions and inventions gave birth to modern medicine which we know today as obstetrics.

I stared in amazement down at my son, Harrison. He was laying in an incubator with tubes everywhere. He was born fifteen weeks early and weighed two pounds at birth. He laid there so helpless, yet he was my hero. He and I had spent twenty-five weeks together. Six of those weeks we had spent in preterm labor, practically laying on my head the entire time to see if I could stay pregnant with him as long as I could. He stayed in the hospital for eighteen days.

August 28th, 1997, a month before her due date, my mother realizes it’s time. The baby (me) is coming! But my father is in Canada with my grandfather and the car keys. So she has to call my grandmother to take to the hospital. After she gets to the hospital, my mother calls my father to tell him it’s time. About two hours after my mother gets to the hospital, my father arrives and it’s time to start pushing. MY mother pushes and pushes for 4 hours; at which time, the doctor realizes I’m not coming out that way, because I’m upside down. So they rush my mother to an operating room to perform a C-section. Once they doctor had

I went into the hospital on February 15, 1991 at 7am and they popped my stitched and made me walk the hall for 8 hours to see if I was going to have any type of labor pains, but nothing happened so they did an emergency c-section. Due to complications, no one was allowed in the birthing room. Your father remained in the waiting room with brother, grandmaw and grandpaw, and your nanny. I honestly didn’t prepare for your birth due to the fact that I was on strict bed rest and your father was busy working and tending to your brother so life was pretty hectic. We just did what we had to do in order to get by. In fact you didn’t even have a nursery because we didn’t have the time. I couldn’t leave the house to pick what I wanted, so all we had was a baby bed in our bedroom until we were able to get situated. The only medication and procedures involved during your childbirth was an epidural and a c-section. My whole pregnancy consisted of

I walked into our huge master bedroom, grabbed my sweats and headed into the equally large master bathroom to change. Suddenly I realized the floor was wet, I was standing in a puddle! Oh man, I so do not need a problem tonight, I’m exhausted. Standing in a puddle I immediately looked up at the ceiling with frustration, our home was only 2 years old and there was no way we should already be dealing with a leaky roof. To my surprise and relief, I found the ceiling was not leaking. Then it hit me, my water had just broken and I was having this baby today! I immediately yelled for Noel and grabbed my cell phone from my

I suspect my family’s history and recollections of experiences have had a significant impact on my beliefs as they compose the majority of my exposure to birth, due to not having experienced giving birth myself. Thankfully, fear is not a central theme that has been instilled in me. Although no one has denied that pain is often experienced, it is frequently reflected on as tolerable and a natural element of the

When we got in the room I was told I will be given numbing medicine through an injection in my lower back. I felt a little pinch and then before I knew it my whole lower half was completely numb. I was still in and out of sleep, I slept through most of the C-section and exactly at 4:44am my son was officially born and he was 5 pounds and 4 oz and 18 inches long and he was healthy. They let me look at him and in that moment I fell in love I was now a mother. It was the greatest feeling in the world and I was happy to have experienced such a beautiful moment. I was brought back to my room and the doctor came in to congratulate me "Congrats on your baby boy he is beautiful and healthy and everything will be just fine with you and him" she said with a big smile on her face

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

Some women say giving birth is easy or a piece of cake. Some say it was hard. But let me tell you the first time I gave birth which was four years ago on February 25, 2011 was one the worst pains I’ve ever felt in my life.

“The baby’s heart rate is decreasing. Let’s prep for an emergency cesarean section right now!” The nurse rolled me into prep. As I lay here on this table, all I could think about was if God was punishing me for all the wrong I have done in the pass. I didn’t care what he had for me, as long as my baby pulls through. I don’t have time to be scared. All I need is to see Marcus face and I’ll be good until my princess is born. Once they administrated the anesthesia, the operation begun. As I felt every pull and nudge, I looked back on my life and how it could have been

The moment I was informed about this oral history report, only one person came to my mind when deciding who to compose this project about. This person was my grandfather. He was an inspiration in my life. This project has given me the opportunity to reflect back onto my grandfather’s stories and historical accomplishments for on March 19, 2012 was the day my grandfather Richard “Joel” Pettingell left this earth. There was no such thing as a dull moment in my grandfather’s life. The time I got to spend with my grandfather filled my head with only a faction of the life he lived. To help elaborate on the high lights of my grandfather’s historical moments, I interviewed my uncle James Pettingell. During the interview we chronologically

Every Sunday, since the day I was born has been a day to spend with God, family and the people I love. Bright and early every Sunday morning my older brother Blake, Alex, younger brother Stephen and I would be woken up for the early morning service at St. Paul 's Lutheran church. My mother would have breakfast ready for my father, brothers and I by 6 o 'clock in the morning so that we were fed and ready for the 8 o 'clock service. After church, we would go grocery shopping or run any errands that needed to be done. Then we would go back to the house and change out of our nice clothes. By the time church and the errands were finished it was usually lunch time. We would drive over the river to Moline, Illinois where my grandmother lives and

A tradition in my family that has been going on for my whole life is Sunday morning hikes with my father, sister, and our dogs. The place where we go varies from week to week, however, there is one spot in particular that will always be my favorite. The trail we hike is called “The Trail of Death” because of its difficulty, however the views and landscapes are some of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. Tucked away in the Pocono mountains, this trail came to be one of my favorite places to go. This trail allows me to gain a sense of nature that I have yet to experience anywhere else. The sights and sounds of the woods along with the memories I have made with my dad and sister have given this park such a substantial place in my