The Life Of A Baby Girl At Method Hospital

On March 30, as of three thirty in the morning, my life has officially changed. The labor pains had set in and it was time to have a baby. I had never felt a pain so excruciating in my life, and I thought that cramps were terrible, labor pains do not even compare. I climbed the stairs to my aunts room to let her know that it was time to go to the hospital. After watching her run around the room frantically she finally was able to rush me to the hospital. She zoomed through street lights rushing for fear that I may have the baby in the car and she would pass out. Had

March 8th of 2013 is a date that will forever be engraved in my history. That sunny Friday would soon turn into a treacherous storm that would change my life forever. It began when my mother woke up. She was ready to take me to school as usual, but today she was feeling different. As we got inside the car, she had a hard time walking due to a painful sting she had in her lower abdomen. The car ride turned into a horror show as she began screaming from the pain she was experiencing, as if she were ready go into labor. Me, not knowing what to do, asked her if I should call 911. She refused. I was feeling anguished since was driving with the pain, which could have resulted in a car crash. As I got to school, I saw her ride off with a painful look

it was the morning of febuary 1, 2016 i was 36 weeks pregnant with my second child. my son. i woke up with a sharp pain in my stomach. i reached for my husband to ask him to help me off the bed. i needed to get up and fast. something in my body didnt feel right i couldnt breathe and and i felt like i needed to use the restroom. in my mind i was thinking "this can not be happening already" i was only 36 weeks with four weeks to go. i thought i had time to prepare still. all of a sudden i felt a flow of water. my husband helped me off the bed and helped me into the restroom, the pain was getting worse.stronger and faster. i sat by the toilet feeling sick. my husband sat there with disbelif on his face. i knew he was thinking the same thing i

It was the day before. Everything was going as usual. I went to work, came home, and had dinner. Sometime during that evening I felt a pain here and there. It seemed normal to me like something I’ve felt before. My mother called me to check on me as usual. I explained to her the pain I was feeling. She says to me “Girl you’re in labor”. Thinking to myself if this is labor then I can deal with this. So like channel 6 she spread the news. One by one my sister Erica shows up, and my mother comes with my youngest sister and cousin.

I walked into my doctor’s office on December 13, 2007 terrified. I had been having some health issues and that day I was getting the results back. Little did I know, I was about to have two of the biggest shocks of my life. The first one left me numb and grasping at the edges of my chair as my doctor told me they had found cancer on my cervix. The second had my doctor reaching out to steady me and hold me in place after she told me I was five weeks pregnant. I remember feeling very cold as she told me, “Congratulations, Mommy!” Mommy? Me? No, this isn’t part of my plan. I can’t be a mother. I don’t know how to be a mother. I remember very little after that. My friend and I left. She took me to a local restaurant in town to have lunch. I picked at my food while she asked me my thoughts. My mind was on a loop: baby, cancer, baby, cancer, baby… To me, it felt like a nightmare. I text my fiancée, who was out of town with work, and told him we needed to talk and, no, it couldn’t wait.

I was so confused about my pregnancy now that Jack had said that he had nothing to do with it and he did not want to se me ever again. How stupid was I, to go with everything he had to say, otherwise I would not be in this dilemma. Not even my parents knew about this. I kept on asking myself if I had to assure them. I thought maybe the best thing was to kill myself before anyone found out about this, but it would not solve anything only depression piled in the walls of my brain that I was not able to concentrate or think of what I was doing. Only God knew what I was going through. It was only a week after I realized I was pregnant. I once had an idea of

It was my senior year in high school, Fall of 2000. I was so excited, ready to wear my new clothes and see all, my friends that I didn’t get to see over the summer. I knew that this would be the best year thus far, look forward to so much fun and lifetime memoirs. I had the best teachers and I got out of school early, couldn’t wait to get home and tell my parents all about my first day back in school as a senior. My mom always seemed to be a happy person and cheerful never really down. Only to get home and see my mom crying and in pain. To see my mother upset was to know something had to happen. I was praying inside saying, “Lord please don’t let it be death in the family”. As I set down beside my mother to ask what was wrong. She just set and moan and carried, no words seemed to come out, she was so hurt and I never knew my mom to be so mute. Something was going on something so real and a detriment but she could never utter the words to tell me. I thought at this point I needed to call dad. As I dialed my father’s number the phone rang but no answer, I redialed the number several times, still no answer. I called my grandmother and as the phone begin to ring, the front door opens and its dad. I hung up the phone rushing down the hall to ask dad what was wrong with mom why is she so sad crying and no words seem to come out at all. My father asked me to sit down. I knew this couldn’t be good. Thinking out loud, “ is my brother okay?” Dad replied, “ sure, your brother is fine

So, I got a job serving tables as a waitress. I enjoyed working as a waitress because it was quick and easy money. I saved majority of my tips for my new baby. I worked one night and just didn’t feel right. My stomach was hurting but not enough to leave work. I finished my shift and got in the bed at home still not feeling the best. I went to the bathroom and my water broke. I begin screaming at the

It all started out on May 23, 2003. My mom was walking around the city trying to go into labor, she was on her way to pay the electric bill when her water finally broke. I was 2 weeks late when I finally decided to come into the world. My mom called my dad and told him what was going on. My dad raced to pick up my mom and he drove like a maniac to the hospital. here my mom got her epidural and my dad passes out when he saw blood. When my mom had me, I weighed 6 pounds 4 Oz and I was 18 inches long.

As I opened the door I felt my stomach turn. The door knob felt cold, it was shiny, I could almost see my reflection on it. I hesitated for a little before entering the room, "come in!" he said. I stepped inside, it was warm, it smelled as if he had just sprayed something, maybe an air freshener, lemon perhaps or some kind of citrus odor. "How are you doing?" he asked, "I’m okay and you?" I answered, "I’m doing well...are you scared?", "Yes, a little" I lied, I was terrified, nervous, I didn’t know what to expect or what it was going to feel like. I had talked to my best friend about it before and she said it was nothing, but she also said her sister went through so much pain she started to cry. I didn’t really want to think about it too much, kind of just wanted to get it done and over with. "Let’s get started", I heard him say, and that’s when it finally hit me, this was really going to happen, right there and then.

Roughly two hours later we all returned home for lunch with my mother. We pulled up home, I jumped out of the car and bolted inside to go wake mom up and tell her about our time at the pool and that I missed her and wished she would have came with us. I ran as fast as lightning into her room and starting yelling “Mom! Mom! Mom! Wake up!” but there was no answer. After five minutes of trying to get her up I walked slowly to find dad and see if he could wake her up. As my father walked into the room I stood in the doorway waiting patiently for her to wake up so I could attack her with a bear hug. After another long five minutes of my father trying to wake her up, he failed as well as I did. He then got up off the bed, walked towards me, handed me the phone and told me to take Tori and go outside and call her mom and 911 and tell them we need help immediately. As a little confused eleven year old, I did what I was told. As soon as I walked outside I knew

I was a normal person living in a normal house in a normal neighborhood. I had a normal job working as a youtuber.I was living this life until one call changed everything. My brother called me, he said that our mom was in the hospital. On my way to the hospital i wasn’t really worried because my mom always says she’s sick when she’s not. I went in the patient room where my mom was, and i saw my brothers face, he didn’t look happy. And i knew something bad was going on. The doctor told my brother that my mom could have some kind of virus in her stomach . But what we didn’t know was that it wasn’t a virus, it was something worse.

It was a typical Wednesday night and i was on my phone like any other 18 year old teenager. I was laying in my bed thinking about my next move in life. For most it would be enjoying college and starting a new chapter in our lives. But these were not my priorities at the time. For i was on the verge of becoming a father. As i began to think about how my life was going to change. I got extremely nauseous and felt like throwing up. I mean how could i provide for another human being while being in school. I started to panic but then i thought about how my parents said they would be with me every step of the way to ensure i finish college. I then tried to shake off these feelings so i got up grabbed my old nike backpack that had a bright white stain on it. That was handed down to me as a present from big sister who once used the very same nike backpack when she was in college ten years ago. After i grabbed my backpack from my old wooden closet. I turned around and realized how messy my room was. My eyes wandered around landed on the diapers my mom bought on sale. I couldn 't help but laugh and think about how i was going to be a dad soon. i then turned around and stared at my St. Catherine 's high school diploma and thought about all the fun times i had in school. And how i was the big cheese that left school now I 'm a young adult ready to take on college. Although, i was young i had just accomplished graduating from a private high school. I then proceeded to walk out the door

Finally after what felt like forever we were called down to my moms room. I ran into the room with a huge smile on hoping she was there, but she wasn’t there, the expression on my face changed right away. The bed was empty and the room was silent, my mom wasn’t laying down with my baby brother or sister like I was imagining she would be. I started to freak out, I started to cry again. I thought something bad happened while my new sibling was being born. Before I was able to run into my grandma 's arms the door quickly swung open. The doctor was pushing the bed, there was my mom and my new baby brother. My mom looked like she was in so much pain but she also looked relieved in finally having the baby in her arms. I quickly ran into my mom 's arms with tears in my eyes. I’ve never been so happy in my life, and then I saw my baby brothers face. I’ve never seen anything like that, he was so cute. He had a little nose and chubby cheeks with a hint of red in them. When I looked into his eyes, I saw a little sparkle in his bright blue eyes. “What

On the day of October 7, My mom picked me up from dance at 9. I walked in my house and walked back to my bedroom and plugged my phone in, as I walked out of my bedroom and walked to the bathroom my dad had yelled my name to come here. My mom and dad were in their bedroom and I continued on to go to the bathroom. As I was walking in my mom walked out into the hallway and I whispered to her and said what does he want. My mom said “I don’t know” just go to the bathroom. So I went to the bathroom my heart racing and wondering what was going on, I knew it couldn’t of been good. When I came out of the bathroom they were still in their bedroom, and I was trying to avoid going in to talk. So I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to get some grapes, and then I was heading to the basement to finish my homework. As I was washing off my grapes, they walked out into the kitchen. They then walked up to me and told me they needed to talk. My dad grabbed my hands and my mom walked to my side, and then that 's when they said my mom had breast cancer. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there and the tears started pouring out. That 's when all the questions and bad thoughts started to come to mind. The questions like what is she going to have to have, and then the thought of I don’t know what I would do without my mom. She came around and gave me a hug and told me she was going to be okay. I definitely couldn’t tell them that I was thinking that. I had to be strong and make