We arrived at the hospital to find Mrs. Girroir and her twin fourteen year old daughters sitting in the waiting room. The odor of antiseptic clogged my nose; we walked into Mr.Girroir’s room and as I listened to Mrs. Girroir explain what happened I couldn’t help but feel that even though we were…
In the 1600s, Great Britain’s North American colonies were mostly white, English, and Protestant. However, in the 1700s this changed. Great Britain’s colonies had become remarkably more diverse. The New World was home to many people who sought religious freedom; therefore new forces of race, ethnicity, and religion affected that society.…
My father had picked me up while carrying me to mother, not angry like I thought they’d be. They held me whilst mother saying, “No one can replace you, Abigail, we love you dearly.” And “Nothing will change, even when the baby will come.” father told me. After that talk, I grew to love the fact that I am going to be a big sister.…
Mother has just given birth to a little baby boy, William Black. They are both alive and well, though they must be cold and in pain. I got the honor of wrapping up William and holding him before any other, he’s eyes so big, and cheeks so chubby. He was so adorable! I can’t wait to see him grow, baby sitting him will be so much fun.…
Laying on the hospital bed doctors walks in and says its time to push.this is it. A few pushes. I heard your first cry .They put you on my chest and i just started at you .I had just met you but i love you.…
I couldn’t believe it. He was very young, and seemed to be quite healthy. At that minute, my whole family sat around the living room sobbing our eyes out. It was probably the saddest moment of my life. For this reason, my family drove over to my Grandma’s house to meet the rest of my family. Once we got there, everyone was not doing well at all. We all mourned together for the next few days. During those few days, I noticed how everyone in our family accompanied each other, and how close we all became. I now realize that family is the most important thing, and they will always be there for…
I was working on a school project when I got a call from my dad saying he was coming right away to come pick me up, I remember the sheathing anger I felt arguing that no he wasn’t going to pick me up that I really needed to finish this school project. I still shake my head in dismay knowing the fact I in fact didn’t need to finish the project I just wanted to hang out with my friends. I can’t pretend that I didn’t sulk my way to my dad’s waiting vehicle that I looked at him with a scowl across my face. Nor can I wipe away from my memory the words he said next “Your sister is in the hospital, she’s lost her baby and she’s asking for you.” This complete wash of emotion that came over me the shame the concern I was mortified with myself. How could I have been so mad about my importance when my sister had just faced a devastating event? Looking up and saying “Take me to her.”…
When we got into the house I went to pet the dogs. All of a sudden Mom rushed in yelling for Uncle John. I had absolutely no clue what is going on. Then, Uncle John came in the house walking backwards. Come to find out in his hands were holding Papa’s hands, and his feet where in the hands of Mom. They laid him on the floor.…
But first of all I would like to tell you that don’t worry if the baby cries, don’t feel uncomfortable, get up if you need, hug and cuddle her, feel free to be dedicated to the baby as if you were in your home. For all of us today and the next few weeks that we will share time together, the most important will be the baby and her comfort.…
As we arrived at the hospital I was quickly taken from the car and rushed up to the maternity ward and placed in the delivery room. I was surrounded by nurses and the attending doctors; all trying to get me hooked up to machines and check my stats. Once the doctor had done his full exam he notified us that I was only at three centimeters and still had seven more to go. I began to cry. If it was this bad now, I knew it was only going to get worse.…
Just as we were very attached to each other, he had to leave to California, for work and that was two weeks before my birthday, I was devasted and sad because I thought he wasn't going to spend my birthday with me. I didn't want to let him go, not that i didn't want to be with him all the time but I was five and a half months pregnant with my second and his first child, and had that strong attachment to him. One thing that helped us cope with being so far apart from one another and that was our second baby's first ultrasound appointment. That's when we seen the little bundle of joy for the first time and found out what we were having. Within twenty minutes of the ultrasound the doctor pronounced that we were having a little baby girl. The expression on his face showed complete happiness and seeing that made my life so much better because not every young man expresses such an emotion. After we were finished at the hospital we went home and announced it to everybody. Both of our family were ecstatic and excited to be blessed with another beautiful being.…
However, the mother was quick to call me back to her side asking me to help her hold her legs as she delivered. It was at that moment that I realized the connection I had made with her, even though I was a complete stranger only hours before. This experience solidified my desire to pursue nursing.…
Wed been awaiting the arrival of Breelynd for months now. As her birthdate grew closer we grew more anxious. Finally, on July 6th at 3:36 am she was born into this world, but at 8:43, her heart stopped. As doctor revived her an ambulance was called and Breelynd was transported down to Syracuse. Nothing this traumatic had happened to someone so close to me before and I had no idea how to deal with my emotions during this time. Was she going to pull through and experience life? Was I going to have to attend this newborn's funeral? I had no idea what to expect.…
My brothers and I were holding each other tight, trying our best not to think of the events of just hours before. We focused on everything around us—the little warmth in our bodies, the sound of the train running over the hard tracks of the railroad, the rough floor of the train. We were quiet, making no noise. By some kind of miracle, my youngest brother, Adam, was sound asleep in my arms. The brother closest to my age, Levi, was just sitting there, staring straight ahead. We stayed like this, inaudible, until the train screeched to a halt.…
I'm so nervous and worried but they called us into the room to get her ready for the surgery. My little baby girl didn't know what was about to happen. My heart was falling apart to see her so small and having to experience this. They finally take her in so I tell her how much I love her and cry. After seven hours of waiting, they call me and tell me that the surgery was over and I could go in to intensive care to see her. That moment was the worst seeing her in so much pain. She passed out on me twice and doctors were so concerned of her reaction. Being there for a month wondering if she was going to make it or not is something I don't wish no one will ever have to go through. But my little angel, my warrior, fought so hard, she overcame it and we left the hospital on January 29th making our way back to El Paso,…