Always Be My Baby

Beautiful. That is how I would describe her. Rayah Lou’ren Gibson was the absolute light of my life. She was born on Thursday, August 14th, 2008. She was not my biological daughter, but she was and always will be my baby girl—my little princess. I often called her my angel. She loved dancing and singing, she loved the movie Frozen, the song, “Do You Want To Build A Snowman?”, and her favorite color was purple. She loved her friends, especially Alina.   She really loved grocery shopping with me for

temperament I am pleased to say that I am the trap that made my parents want another baby. My mom would always tell me stories of how peaceful I was as a child and that neighbors and family friends love me because I am very adaptable toward strangers and always smiling at people. With that I believe that I am an “Easy Baby” based on what my parents had told me, and with the way I interact with people, they wanted one more baby. Then there's my brother who was very cute as a child but when he was put

I will never forget the day my parents told me and my sister that we were having another baby. I was so excited because I always wanted a baby sister. I had an older sister but a lot of the time she didn't want to play with me. I knew that if I had a younger sister I would always have someone to play with. My parents didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl. We had to wait a couple of months for the baby to grow to find out if I was getting a baby sister. The day came when I would

It was the end of my senior year one month away from graduation. When I got home my parents said they had some good news; they looked at one another with glowing eyes. Were they having a special moment? No, they were hiding something from me and I could feel that something wasn’t right. They were happy about something I don’t think I’ve ever seen them that excited. My mother showed me an ultrasound imagine. I was going to have a baby sister .I asked how many months she was; she answered four. I

I have always been a person very easily gets attached to babies. In my family, every time there is a new born baby I will be the first one to want to meet him/her and hold them. It was during summer vacation from school and I had nothing to do. Summers were always boring and I was always looking for something to do in order to distract myself from the abysmal dullness the summer time brought. My cousin had a two year old baby boy, and no surprised, I had grown to love him very much. My cousin had

10 Reasons of Baby Crying Growing up, we often have this misconception that babies cry for no rhyme and reason. Well, even I did. Whenever I used to see babies near me, I was always the first one to cuddle and fondle them. However, the minute I heard them crying, I used to run for the hills. It wasn’t until I gave birth to my daughter, that I truly realized the beauty behind those cries. Babies cry. A lot. It is their only way of communication. Listen Carefully When my daughter was born, the cries

I believe that William H. Pryor said it best when he said, “I believe that abortion is the taking of human life.” I am totally against abortion, in my opinion abortion is the same as murder. The only abortion that I am not against is if it is a medical descion for the mother and the doctor advise the abortion as the only way of saving her life. Like Michael Baumgartner said, “ I would, if checking boxes in a questionnaire, say I would oppose abortion except when the life of the mother is in danger

old, me and my older brother started asking our parents if we could have a baby brother. After that, my parents started to laugh and told us that probably not because they were good with only two kids. Me and my brother were disappointed and decided to convince our parents no matter what. After a while, my parents got tire of hearing us complain about getting a baby brother and they told us that we were not getting one. Then, the next month my mother started getting a little fat. My Mom told me that

My brother is seven years younger to me. And as a little girl, no one waited for him, like I did. No one, not even my poor mother who carried him for 9 months. Every time my mother came back from her regular check-ups, I went straight to her bedroom and searched both sides of my mother. ‘Mommys always bring babies from hospital,’ my little mind thought. I paced around my mother’s bed, I used to be constant state of worry - ‘Where is my brother?’ There were days I blamed my mother, ‘She must be late

people think of a crack baby, they get a different image than I do. When I was in my senior year of high school, I had to shadow at different medical facilities. I never thought when I got rotated to the nursery in a hospital it would change my life forever. My shadowing experience persuaded me to change my choice of major to nursing. I learned how substance abuse in pregnant women can affect an infant. I realized that I would have a direct influence on people’s lives. My experience shadowing in