Wy's Autobiography

This pregnancy began with many nausea and sadness. I went to my doctor every month for my routine check ups. When I had four moths pregnant the doctor sent me to do a sonogram and that day the doctor informed that my baby was a girl I could not believe it. That day I was the happiest mother in the word I because I was waiting for that little girl since my first pregnancy. I thought I would never be able to have a girls because in my family were more boys than girls. For me I felt that I was dreaming, so I did not tell my husband any thing about the baby’s gender. My husband was helping me with my other two children helped in the housework, gave me massages, and he spoiled me with special meals.

Crazy story, but I was born one month early. Yah, you heard that right. One month. That’s one thing people might not know about me, but there are also some other things that are factors in my life story:

This situation has made me grateful to be alive since I was able to be brought back to health due to these wonderful neonatal nurses who helped me recover, but not many newborn babies are fortunate enough to survive just like me as newborn babies have died and suffered due to the lack of supervision that neonatal nurses are incapable of providing.

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,

Tears poured down my face like I was in a rain forest, hugged my mom tightly as if she was a cuddly stuffed animal and I prayed, prayed like I’ve never prayed before. Not really knowing what was going on or what was going to happen. My sister arrived home, followed by my dad shortly after. While we waited to hear back from the hospital, we sat on the couch in the living room bawling our eyes out probably. Don’t worry, I will tell you about what is going on.

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

​At 9:27 A.M., on February 29, 1996, a beautiful baby was born in sunny Los Angeles. At 39 pounds, 11 ounces, Eugene Dinkleberry was born to a 61-year-old mother. His father was never to be seen. His mother was working at McDonald's on a lifetime contract. This impoverished their lives.

I recognized them at once. There was Roy, who'd been shot in the arm in the first White Raiders attack, and Leander Purneau from the cotton gin.

I tried to keep my head, I was awake and alert. I had dreamed about those first moments, getting to breastfeed right away, all that. And so when I had to go to the hospital, it was a shock.

Later that day we went to visit him in the Oklahoma Sooners pediatrics hospital and he stayed in the hospital for the rest of his spring break. He went under two different tests an EEG and an MRI. Needless to say when I saw that he was awake and he was able to come back to his senses the whole weight of the world was lifted off of my shoulders. I was trying to be optimistic about it and I kept telling myself he was going to overcome this. I remember just listening to the sirens of the ambulance as they rode off to the hospital I wouldn’t eat until he woke up and he didn’t wake up until about 5:14 in the afternoon.

Born 15 weeks early at 1 pound, 1 ounce, Belinda Hinojos’ son Marcus could barely wrap his hand around her finger. After an early birth following Hinojos’ preeclampsia diagnosis, he remained at the hospital for three months, growing stronger.

This was frightening, and I needed lots of support as I had no idea what to do. I seen him often like everyday he was in there which was fifty-two days. There's lots that I did for him, such as change his nappy and diaper, stroke him and talk to him. I wanted to hold him, but it had been two weeks and still no one let me hold him. One day this nice nurse asked me "you have not been able to hold him" I responded "no, not yet". She went and got a recliner chair and I was able to hold him for the first time, give him a massage, and feed him my breast milk that I had to

Much to my disappointment the baby hadn 't been born yet, and my sister-in-law, was still in the beginning stages of labor, and it could be hours, or even days before she gave birth. We stayed at the hospital all day in hopes that the baby might be born. We mostly wandered around because my sister-in-law understandably wanted to be left alone, for the majority of the day. We went to the gift shop, and the cafeteria, but mostly just aimlessly walked around, awaiting news. News never came, and soon enough we were forced out of the hospital, because visiting hours were over.

You admired Bucky as he sat on corner writing on a notebook. It had become a bad habit now, to notice everything the super soldier did. You moved closer to Steve to ask him about the content of the notebooks and you couldn't help but feel a bit sad after he explained how Bucky would write everything he could remember. You imagined the awful collection of stories Bucky must have written on those pages. You left the tower still thinking about those notebooks, especially how it must be torture to read those memories. You stopped at a small store that was on the way to your apartment and bought some stationary. Pen in hand, you sat on your kitchen table and wrote “TO BUCKY” on the first blank piece of paper. Maybe it was time to give the ex-assassin

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.