When I was sixteen I became pregnant with my first child, an amazing little girl. It was shortly after my seventeenth birthday, I was twenty-six weeks along when my
water broke and I was admitted to the hospital for PROM. This moment was pivotal in making me into the person I am today. I was still just a child in an adult situation, nervous about what was to happen if I gave birth so early, knowing 24 weeks was the point of viability. The time she would have to spend in the NICU, growing and learning basic skills to survive. My doctor came everyday to check on me and monitor my fluid levels, which began to rise and stabilize. She stated that I must have had a self-healing tear, I was able to go home a week and a half later, but was on strict bed rest for the remainder of my pregnancy. On December 11, 2008, I gave birth to healthy 6 pound 13 ounce baby girl, just eight days shy of my due date.
The nurses that were taking care of me then and during the birth left a lasting impression that I will never forget. They were caring, thoughtful, and always reassured me that it would be okay. I want to become a nurse to be able to make a lasting impression on someone, to comfort, and to give the utmost care when it’s most important. In the future, I would like to specialize in NICU to help give the babies that need it a fighting chance because I was given a second chance.