Birth of My Child
Love was Born
I woke up on the morning of February 8th, 2012, just as I would have any other morning. Little did I know my life would drastically change within the next twenty-four hours. I began getting ready for my doctor appointment, just as I had for the past nine months. My stomach was large, I looked like I had somehow swallowed a beach ball. I was going on my forty-second week of pregnancy. As I arrived at my doctor appointment the room was filled with a sea of people, all ranging from different sizes and stages of their pregnancy. When my name was finally called, I went back to the ultrasound room. The technician conducted my ultrasound, and the doctor checked me, both which had been routinely done. I was advised by my doctor that I must be induced. I argued the fact of inducement, I knew my baby would come when he was ready. My doctor insisted the pregnancy could become dangerous, because I was already two weeks overdue. I thought for a moment. If this may risk my health, or the health of my child, then I’ll do it. I was told to be at the hospital at five a.m. on February 9th. Later that day, I had my mom take me out because it was my last day before becoming a mother. We went shopping for last minute items and went out for dinner. When dinner was over I began to feel something very different. I started having excruciating pains in my lower stomach, I thought something must be wrong. It was a pain I had never felt before. It felt as if someone was continuously stabbing me in the same area. I was completely unsure of what was causing the pain, all I knew was I wanted it to end. As my mother and I were driving home from dinner, she knew I was having contractions. Knowing that this was happening, made the situation worse! My heart started beating rapidly like I was running a race. I had a million and one things running through my mind, and I even had beads of sweat start rolling down my face. My feelings were mixed between excited, nervous,
I woke up on the morning of February 8th, 2012, just as I would have any other morning. Little did I know my life would drastically change within the next twenty-four hours. I began getting ready for my doctor appointment, just as I had for the past nine months. My stomach was large, I looked like I had somehow swallowed a beach ball. I was going on my forty-second week of pregnancy. As I arrived at my doctor appointment the room was filled with a sea of people, all ranging from different sizes and stages of their pregnancy. When my name was finally called, I went back to the ultrasound room. The technician conducted my ultrasound, and the doctor checked me, both which had been routinely done. I was advised by my doctor that I must be induced. I argued the fact of inducement, I knew my baby would come when he was ready. My doctor insisted the pregnancy could become dangerous, because I was already two weeks overdue. I thought for a moment. If this may risk my health, or the health of my child, then I’ll do it. I was told to be at the hospital at five a.m. on February 9th. Later that day, I had my mom take me out because it was my last day before becoming a mother. We went shopping for last minute items and went out for dinner. When dinner was over I began to feel something very different. I started having excruciating pains in my lower stomach, I thought something must be wrong. It was a pain I had never felt before. It felt as if someone was continuously stabbing me in the same area. I was completely unsure of what was causing the pain, all I knew was I wanted it to end. As my mother and I were driving home from dinner, she knew I was having contractions. Knowing that this was happening, made the situation worse! My heart started beating rapidly like I was running a race. I had a million and one things running through my mind, and I even had beads of sweat start rolling down my face. My feelings were mixed between excited, nervous,