Personal Narrative
Shameeka Herring
10 February 2013
Personal Narrative Essay
A Frightening Experience
When I look at pictures of myself , I realize how much I've grown and changed,
not only physically, also mentally as a person in the last fifteen years. Less then
one year after graduating high school ,I received some frightening news, I was
pregnant. I had dreams and so much potential, this would surely detour me from my
goal in life of becoming a nurse and possibly shatter them forever. I was about to
bring a life into the world.
I find myself reflecting on the last fifteen years of my life. How much it has
changed and how much fuller it has become. I knew that raising children can be very
rewarding, it is also far from being an easy task. That's the reason I wanted to wait
to have children. I wanted to be married, graduate from college so at least I would
have help and be financially prepared. However despite having all these expectations
before giving birth, I was still unprepared and humbled by the birth of my son
Brandon, my own private miracle.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up early in the morning with the sun
shinning through the window. I had a 8:00a.m doctors appointment. I arrived at the
doctors office 20 minutes early. I collected a urine sample and placed it in the metal
cabinet which is done at every visit. I sat back in the waiting room and waited until I
was called. After about 10 minutes the nurse replied," Shameeka Herring, right this
way". Once we got into the exam room she began to take my vital signs and asking
me a series of question. Are you having any problems? I replied "No". Are there any
chances you might be pregnant? I replied "No". What is the nature for you visit
today? I'm here for my annual exam and I need a refill on my birth control pills.
The nurse told me to undress from the waist down, put the drape around my waist,
and said,"the doctor will be in shortly". As I finished undressing I heard a knock on
the door, it was Dr. Mussleman. He walked in and said, " hello Shameeka, how are
you doing today"? I replied " I'm doing just fine". He informed that my pregnancy test
came back positive. I was in disbelief. He then asked was I aware of this and have I
been having any symptoms. I told him no i wasn't aware of this, how could this be
this was a mistake. He stated, the nurse ran the test twice, and both time it came back
positive. He informed me he was going to send me down the hall for an ultrasound
to determine my due date and how far along I am.
When I left the doctor's office,I had found out I was 3 months pregnant, and my
baby was due on January 18, 1999. They could not determine the sex of my baby
because it was still early. I had to come back in 2 months if I wanted to find out ,If I
was having a boy or a girl. As a soon to be mother, I had to figure out a plan. I had
to find a daycare, weigh my options about school, and find another job that
would be able to support myself as well as my baby.
I made sure to attended all of my doctor's appointments. Took my prenatal
vitamins and watched what I ate. As the months rolled around my belly had gotten
bigger. My appetite had increased and I put on almost 45lbs. The doctor was very
pleased with the growth of my baby. I couldn't believe that in a few weeks I would be
someones mother. I would be responsible for something so fragile and precious.
Needless to say my due date came and went. I was nervous and frightened at the
same time. I thought that women could only be pregnant for 9 months. I was
currently 2 weeks over due. My doctor informed me that this is sometimes common
in first time mother's. He wanted to perform an emergency C- Section for the
following morning. I didn't get any sleep I tossed and turned the whole night. I
arrived at the hospital at 5:00 a.m. as instructed by my doctor. Once I was
admitted, I was giving a room and taken up to labor and delivery. Two nurses
came into my room, one nurse asked me questions while the other started my IV and
applied a holter monitor to my belly. This procedure is used to monitor the heart rate
and stress levels of the fetus while its still in the womb. Once the monitor was in
applied, the nurse stared me on a patossian drip. This medication is used to induce
labor in pregnant women, sometime causing labor pains to be much more severe
than normal.
After about 5 hours, my contractions began. I was not emotionally or mentally
prepared for what I was about to endure. The pain was so excruciating, and gut
wrenching that I literally pulled out patches of my hair. I wouldn't wish this pain
on my worse enemy. As I lay in this bed ,I wonder how women subject themselves to
all this misery and pain. I remember horror stories that were told to me by my aunt's
and cousins about their experiences of being in labor. I thought they were just making
things up to scare me, but now I know that everything they told me was real. I wish I
would have listened to them because if so I would not be in so much agony. As I
allowed my mind to drift away to escape my own personal hell, the nurse came into
my room snapping me back to reality. As the nurse walked over to my bed, she informed that she had just paged
my doctor because there were abnormal reading on the holtor monitor. I was so
nervous and scared I didn't know what to think. She told me that my baby was in
distress. I replied "distress" what does that mean? She explained that when I turn
to my right side the baby is fine, but when I turn to my left side the baby heart rate
drop at that very moment tears began streaming down my face . The nurse told me
that I must lay flat on my back until I deliver to cause less stress on the fetus. Despite
all the pain I was experiencing, I did what I was told and believe me it was hard. My
only concern was to make sure my baby was alright.
By the time my doctor arrived to my room, I had been in labor for 11 hours. He told
me that the nurse informed him that I only dilated 1 1/2 centimeters and my water had
not broke. He told me that he was going to break my water himself, by inserting a
small metal hook into my cervix to break my amniotic sac. The nurse returned to my
room assisted me in scooting to the edge of the bed and she began to put both of my
feet in stirrups. She began to lay out gloves, and the instrument the doctor would be
using in this procedure. After she was done the doctor came back in, he told me I
would feel a little pressure, before knew it I felt a gush of water and it was all
over. The doctor said that hopefully I will have my baby in a few hours if all
goes well. An hour later, the nurse returned to my room to check on me. My labor
pains was much more severe than before, I cried and begged the nurse to give me
some medication to take away the pain but unfortunately there was nothing she could
do. I had to fight through the pain until I dilated 5 centimeters so I can get an
epidural and at time I was only at 4 centimeters.
I was in labor for 16 hours, before my doctor can in and told me that my
baby's heart rate was rapidly declining so he was going to perform an emergency
cesarean section. This is a surgical procedure in which an incision is made through
a women abdomen and uterus to deliver a fetus. The next think my delivery room
started to transform right before my very eyes. Lights started to come down from the
ceiling, surgical equipment was being brought into the room. I was petrified at all the
things I was seeing take place. The anesthesiologist on staff at the hospital came into
my room to give me an epidural. An epidural is a method used to relieve labor pains.
I couldn't believe the power of this drug. I had no pain at all, I wanted to kiss my
doctor for rescuing me from all the torture and pain I was experiencing.
Once my baby was delivered, I was waiting to hear the sound that every mother
dreams of hearing and it never came. All I heard was code blue, labor and
delivery come across the hospital intercom. All the doctors and nurses were
running around my room franticly. At that very moment I glanced down
and seen a tiny purple lifeless body. At that very moment I scream so loud that it
echoed throughout the hospital. I broke down and sob uncontrollably. Why is this
happening to me? I asked whats going on? Whats wrong with my baby?
Is he going to be ok? All my questions went unanswered. Finally, I over heard
two nurses talking, thats when I found out that the umbilical cord was wrapped
around my babies neck. One nurse started CPR while the other administered oxygen.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me after I had endured only to have my
baby taken away from me in a split second. At that very moment I started praying.
God please save my baby, I know you are the only one that can help me at this
moment. I don't think I can go on if my baby don't make it. Please God help me.
After about 20 minutes, I heard the greatest sound in the world, my baby's first
cry. All I could utter was thank you God, thank you. The nurse walked over to me
and said "congratulations, it a boy"! Then she handed me my 7 1/2 pound bundle
of joy.
Shameeka Herring
10 February 2013
Personal Narrative Essay
A Frightening Experience
When I look at pictures of myself , I realize how much I've grown and changed,
not only physically, also mentally as a person in the last fifteen years. Less then
one year after graduating high school ,I received some frightening news, I was
pregnant. I had dreams and so much potential, this would surely detour me from my
goal in life of becoming a nurse and possibly shatter them forever. I was about to
bring a life into the world.
I find myself reflecting on the last fifteen years of my life. How much it has
changed and how much fuller it has become. I knew that raising children can be very
rewarding, it is also far from being an easy task. That's the reason I wanted to wait
to have children. I wanted to be married, graduate from college so at least I would
have help and be financially prepared. However despite having all these expectations
before giving birth, I was still unprepared and humbled by the birth of my son
Brandon, my own private miracle.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up early in the morning with the sun
shinning through the window. I had a 8:00a.m doctors appointment. I arrived at the
doctors office 20 minutes early. I collected a urine sample and placed it in the metal
cabinet which is done at every visit. I sat back in the waiting room and waited until I
was called. After about 10 minutes the nurse replied," Shameeka Herring, right this
way". Once we got into the exam room she began to take my vital signs and asking
me a series of question. Are you having any problems? I replied "No". Are there any
chances you might be pregnant? I replied "No". What is the nature for you visit
today? I'm here for my annual exam and I need a refill on my birth control pills.
The nurse told me to undress from the waist down, put the drape around my waist,
and said,"the doctor will be in shortly". As I finished undressing I heard a knock on
the door, it was Dr. Mussleman. He walked in and said, " hello Shameeka, how are
you doing today"? I replied " I'm doing just fine". He informed that my pregnancy test
came back positive. I was in disbelief. He then asked was I aware of this and have I
been having any symptoms. I told him no i wasn't aware of this, how could this be
this was a mistake. He stated, the nurse ran the test twice, and both time it came back
positive. He informed me he was going to send me down the hall for an ultrasound
to determine my due date and how far along I am.
When I left the doctor's office,I had found out I was 3 months pregnant, and my
baby was due on January 18, 1999. They could not determine the sex of my baby
because it was still early. I had to come back in 2 months if I wanted to find out ,If I
was having a boy or a girl. As a soon to be mother, I had to figure out a plan. I had
to find a daycare, weigh my options about school, and find another job that
would be able to support myself as well as my baby.
I made sure to attended all of my doctor's appointments. Took my prenatal
vitamins and watched what I ate. As the months rolled around my belly had gotten
bigger. My appetite had increased and I put on almost 45lbs. The doctor was very
pleased with the growth of my baby. I couldn't believe that in a few weeks I would be
someones mother. I would be responsible for something so fragile and precious.
Needless to say my due date came and went. I was nervous and frightened at the
same time. I thought that women could only be pregnant for 9 months. I was
currently 2 weeks over due. My doctor informed me that this is sometimes common
in first time mother's. He wanted to perform an emergency C- Section for the
following morning. I didn't get any sleep I tossed and turned the whole night. I
arrived at the hospital at 5:00 a.m. as instructed by my doctor. Once I was
admitted, I was giving a room and taken up to labor and delivery. Two nurses
came into my room, one nurse asked me questions while the other started my IV and
applied a holter monitor to my belly. This procedure is used to monitor the heart rate
and stress levels of the fetus while its still in the womb. Once the monitor was in
applied, the nurse stared me on a patossian drip. This medication is used to induce
labor in pregnant women, sometime causing labor pains to be much more severe
than normal.
After about 5 hours, my contractions began. I was not emotionally or mentally
prepared for what I was about to endure. The pain was so excruciating, and gut
wrenching that I literally pulled out patches of my hair. I wouldn't wish this pain
on my worse enemy. As I lay in this bed ,I wonder how women subject themselves to
all this misery and pain. I remember horror stories that were told to me by my aunt's
and cousins about their experiences of being in labor. I thought they were just making
things up to scare me, but now I know that everything they told me was real. I wish I
would have listened to them because if so I would not be in so much agony. As I
allowed my mind to drift away to escape my own personal hell, the nurse came into
my room snapping me back to reality. As the nurse walked over to my bed, she informed that she had just paged
my doctor because there were abnormal reading on the holtor monitor. I was so
nervous and scared I didn't know what to think. She told me that my baby was in
distress. I replied "distress" what does that mean? She explained that when I turn
to my right side the baby is fine, but when I turn to my left side the baby heart rate
drop at that very moment tears began streaming down my face . The nurse told me
that I must lay flat on my back until I deliver to cause less stress on the fetus. Despite
all the pain I was experiencing, I did what I was told and believe me it was hard. My
only concern was to make sure my baby was alright.
By the time my doctor arrived to my room, I had been in labor for 11 hours. He told
me that the nurse informed him that I only dilated 1 1/2 centimeters and my water had
not broke. He told me that he was going to break my water himself, by inserting a
small metal hook into my cervix to break my amniotic sac. The nurse returned to my
room assisted me in scooting to the edge of the bed and she began to put both of my
feet in stirrups. She began to lay out gloves, and the instrument the doctor would be
using in this procedure. After she was done the doctor came back in, he told me I
would feel a little pressure, before knew it I felt a gush of water and it was all
over. The doctor said that hopefully I will have my baby in a few hours if all
goes well. An hour later, the nurse returned to my room to check on me. My labor
pains was much more severe than before, I cried and begged the nurse to give me
some medication to take away the pain but unfortunately there was nothing she could
do. I had to fight through the pain until I dilated 5 centimeters so I can get an
epidural and at time I was only at 4 centimeters.
I was in labor for 16 hours, before my doctor can in and told me that my
baby's heart rate was rapidly declining so he was going to perform an emergency
cesarean section. This is a surgical procedure in which an incision is made through
a women abdomen and uterus to deliver a fetus. The next think my delivery room
started to transform right before my very eyes. Lights started to come down from the
ceiling, surgical equipment was being brought into the room. I was petrified at all the
things I was seeing take place. The anesthesiologist on staff at the hospital came into
my room to give me an epidural. An epidural is a method used to relieve labor pains.
I couldn't believe the power of this drug. I had no pain at all, I wanted to kiss my
doctor for rescuing me from all the torture and pain I was experiencing.
Once my baby was delivered, I was waiting to hear the sound that every mother
dreams of hearing and it never came. All I heard was code blue, labor and
delivery come across the hospital intercom. All the doctors and nurses were
running around my room franticly. At that very moment I glanced down
and seen a tiny purple lifeless body. At that very moment I scream so loud that it
echoed throughout the hospital. I broke down and sob uncontrollably. Why is this
happening to me? I asked whats going on? Whats wrong with my baby?
Is he going to be ok? All my questions went unanswered. Finally, I over heard
two nurses talking, thats when I found out that the umbilical cord was wrapped
around my babies neck. One nurse started CPR while the other administered oxygen.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me after I had endured only to have my
baby taken away from me in a split second. At that very moment I started praying.
God please save my baby, I know you are the only one that can help me at this
moment. I don't think I can go on if my baby don't make it. Please God help me.
After about 20 minutes, I heard the greatest sound in the world, my baby's first
cry. All I could utter was thank you God, thank you. The nurse walked over to me
and said "congratulations, it a boy"! Then she handed me my 7 1/2 pound bundle
of joy.
Shameeka Herring
10 February 2013
Personal Narrative Essay
A Frightening Experience
When I look at pictures of myself , I realize how much I've grown and changed,
not only physically, also mentally as a person in the last fifteen years. Less then
one year after graduating high school ,I received some frightening news, I was
pregnant. I had dreams and so much potential, this would surely detour me from my
goal in life of becoming a nurse and possibly shatter them forever. I was about to
bring a life into the world.
I find myself reflecting on the last fifteen years of my life. How much it has
changed and how much fuller it has become. I knew that raising children can be very
rewarding, it is also far from being an easy task. That's the reason I wanted to wait
to have children. I wanted to be married, graduate from college so at least I would
have help and be financially prepared. However despite having all these expectations
before giving birth, I was still unprepared and humbled by the birth of my son
Brandon, my own private miracle.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up early in the morning with the sun
shinning through the window. I had a 8:00a.m doctors appointment. I arrived at the
doctors office 20 minutes early. I collected a urine sample and placed it in the metal
cabinet which is done at every visit. I sat back in the waiting room and waited until I
was called. After about 10 minutes the nurse replied," Shameeka Herring, right this
way". Once we got into the exam room she began to take my vital signs and asking
me a series of question. Are you having any problems? I replied "No". Are there any
chances you might be pregnant? I replied "No". What is the nature for you visit
today? I'm here for my annual exam and I need a refill on my birth control pills.
The nurse told me to undress from the waist down, put the drape around my waist,
and said,"the doctor will be in shortly". As I finished undressing I heard a knock on
the door, it was Dr. Mussleman. He walked in and said, " hello Shameeka, how are
you doing today"? I replied " I'm doing just fine". He informed that my pregnancy test
came back positive. I was in disbelief. He then asked was I aware of this and have I
been having any symptoms. I told him no i wasn't aware of this, how could this be
this was a mistake. He stated, the nurse ran the test twice, and both time it came back
positive. He informed me he was going to send me down the hall for an ultrasound
to determine my due date and how far along I am.
When I left the doctor's office,I had found out I was 3 months pregnant, and my
baby was due on January 18, 1999. They could not determine the sex of my baby
because it was still early. I had to come back in 2 months if I wanted to find out ,If I
was having a boy or a girl. As a soon to be mother, I had to figure out a plan. I had
to find a daycare, weigh my options about school, and find another job that
would be able to support myself as well as my baby.
I made sure to attended all of my doctor's appointments. Took my prenatal
vitamins and watched what I ate. As the months rolled around my belly had gotten
bigger. My appetite had increased and I put on almost 45lbs. The doctor was very
pleased with the growth of my baby. I couldn't believe that in a few weeks I would be
someones mother. I would be responsible for something so fragile and precious.
Needless to say my due date came and went. I was nervous and frightened at the
same time. I thought that women could only be pregnant for 9 months. I was
currently 2 weeks over due. My doctor informed me that this is sometimes common
in first time mother's. He wanted to perform an emergency C- Section for the
following morning. I didn't get any sleep I tossed and turned the whole night. I
arrived at the hospital at 5:00 a.m. as instructed by my doctor. Once I was
admitted, I was giving a room and taken up to labor and delivery. Two nurses
came into my room, one nurse asked me questions while the other started my IV and
applied a holter monitor to my belly. This procedure is used to monitor the heart rate
and stress levels of the fetus while its still in the womb. Once the monitor was in
applied, the nurse stared me on a patossian drip. This medication is used to induce
labor in pregnant women, sometime causing labor pains to be much more severe
than normal.
After about 5 hours, my contractions began. I was not emotionally or mentally
prepared for what I was about to endure. The pain was so excruciating, and gut
wrenching that I literally pulled out patches of my hair. I wouldn't wish this pain
on my worse enemy. As I lay in this bed ,I wonder how women subject themselves to
all this misery and pain. I remember horror stories that were told to me by my aunt's
and cousins about their experiences of being in labor. I thought they were just making
things up to scare me, but now I know that everything they told me was real. I wish I
would have listened to them because if so I would not be in so much agony. As I
allowed my mind to drift away to escape my own personal hell, the nurse came into
my room snapping me back to reality. As the nurse walked over to my bed, she informed that she had just paged
my doctor because there were abnormal reading on the holtor monitor. I was so
nervous and scared I didn't know what to think. She told me that my baby was in
distress. I replied "distress" what does that mean? She explained that when I turn
to my right side the baby is fine, but when I turn to my left side the baby heart rate
drop at that very moment tears began streaming down my face . The nurse told me
that I must lay flat on my back until I deliver to cause less stress on the fetus. Despite
all the pain I was experiencing, I did what I was told and believe me it was hard. My
only concern was to make sure my baby was alright.
By the time my doctor arrived to my room, I had been in labor for 11 hours. He told
me that the nurse informed him that I only dilated 1 1/2 centimeters and my water had
not broke. He told me that he was going to break my water himself, by inserting a
small metal hook into my cervix to break my amniotic sac. The nurse returned to my
room assisted me in scooting to the edge of the bed and she began to put both of my
feet in stirrups. She began to lay out gloves, and the instrument the doctor would be
using in this procedure. After she was done the doctor came back in, he told me I
would feel a little pressure, before knew it I felt a gush of water and it was all
over. The doctor said that hopefully I will have my baby in a few hours if all
goes well. An hour later, the nurse returned to my room to check on me. My labor
pains was much more severe than before, I cried and begged the nurse to give me
some medication to take away the pain but unfortunately there was nothing she could
do. I had to fight through the pain until I dilated 5 centimeters so I can get an
epidural and at time I was only at 4 centimeters.
I was in labor for 16 hours, before my doctor can in and told me that my
baby's heart rate was rapidly declining so he was going to perform an emergency
cesarean section. This is a surgical procedure in which an incision is made through
a women abdomen and uterus to deliver a fetus. The next think my delivery room
started to transform right before my very eyes. Lights started to come down from the
ceiling, surgical equipment was being brought into the room. I was petrified at all the
things I was seeing take place. The anesthesiologist on staff at the hospital came into
my room to give me an epidural. An epidural is a method used to relieve labor pains.
I couldn't believe the power of this drug. I had no pain at all, I wanted to kiss my
doctor for rescuing me from all the torture and pain I was experiencing.
Once my baby was delivered, I was waiting to hear the sound that every mother
dreams of hearing and it never came. All I heard was code blue, labor and
delivery come across the hospital intercom. All the doctors and nurses were
running around my room franticly. At that very moment I glanced down
and seen a tiny purple lifeless body. At that very moment I scream so loud that it
echoed throughout the hospital. I broke down and sob uncontrollably. Why is this
happening to me? I asked whats going on? Whats wrong with my baby?
Is he going to be ok? All my questions went unanswered. Finally, I over heard
two nurses talking, thats when I found out that the umbilical cord was wrapped
around my babies neck. One nurse started CPR while the other administered oxygen.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me after I had endured only to have my
baby taken away from me in a split second. At that very moment I started praying.
God please save my baby, I know you are the only one that can help me at this
moment. I don't think I can go on if my baby don't make it. Please God help me.
After about 20 minutes, I heard the greatest sound in the world, my baby's first
cry. All I could utter was thank you God, thank you. The nurse walked over to me
and said "congratulations, it a boy"! Then she handed me my 7 1/2 pound bundle
of joy.
Shameeka Herring
10 February 2013
Personal Narrative Essay
A Frightening Experience
When I look at pictures of myself , I realize how much I've grown and changed,
not only physically, also mentally as a person in the last fifteen years. Less then
one year after graduating high school ,I received some frightening news, I was
pregnant. I had dreams and so much potential, this would surely detour me from my
goal in life of becoming a nurse and possibly shatter them forever. I was about to
bring a life into the world.
I find myself reflecting on the last fifteen years of my life. How much it has
changed and how much fuller it has become. I knew that raising children can be very
rewarding, it is also far from being an easy task. That's the reason I wanted to wait
to have children. I wanted to be married, graduate from college so at least I would
have help and be financially prepared. However despite having all these expectations
before giving birth, I was still unprepared and humbled by the birth of my son
Brandon, my own private miracle.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up early in the morning with the sun
shinning through the window. I had a 8:00a.m doctors appointment. I arrived at the
doctors office 20 minutes early. I collected a urine sample and placed it in the metal
cabinet which is done at every visit. I sat back in the waiting room and waited until I
was called. After about 10 minutes the nurse replied," Shameeka Herring, right this
way". Once we got into the exam room she began to take my vital signs and asking
me a series of question. Are you having any problems? I replied "No". Are there any
chances you might be pregnant? I replied "No". What is the nature for you visit
today? I'm here for my annual exam and I need a refill on my birth control pills.
The nurse told me to undress from the waist down, put the drape around my waist,
and said,"the doctor will be in shortly". As I finished undressing I heard a knock on
the door, it was Dr. Mussleman. He walked in and said, " hello Shameeka, how are
you doing today"? I replied " I'm doing just fine". He informed that my pregnancy test
came back positive. I was in disbelief. He then asked was I aware of this and have I
been having any symptoms. I told him no i wasn't aware of this, how could this be
this was a mistake. He stated, the nurse ran the test twice, and both time it came back
positive. He informed me he was going to send me down the hall for an ultrasound
to determine my due date and how far along I am.
When I left the doctor's office,I had found out I was 3 months pregnant, and my
baby was due on January 18, 1999. They could not determine the sex of my baby
because it was still early. I had to come back in 2 months if I wanted to find out ,If I
was having a boy or a girl. As a soon to be mother, I had to figure out a plan. I had
to find a daycare, weigh my options about school, and find another job that
would be able to support myself as well as my baby.
I made sure to attended all of my doctor's appointments. Took my prenatal
vitamins and watched what I ate. As the months rolled around my belly had gotten
bigger. My appetite had increased and I put on almost 45lbs. The doctor was very
pleased with the growth of my baby. I couldn't believe that in a few weeks I would be
someones mother. I would be responsible for something so fragile and precious.
Needless to say my due date came and went. I was nervous and frightened at the
same time. I thought that women could only be pregnant for 9 months. I was
currently 2 weeks over due. My doctor informed me that this is sometimes common
in first time mother's. He wanted to perform an emergency C- Section for the
following morning. I didn't get any sleep I tossed and turned the whole night. I
arrived at the hospital at 5:00 a.m. as instructed by my doctor. Once I was
admitted, I was giving a room and taken up to labor and delivery. Two nurses
came into my room, one nurse asked me questions while the other started my IV and
applied a holter monitor to my belly. This procedure is used to monitor the heart rate
and stress levels of the fetus while its still in the womb. Once the monitor was in
applied, the nurse stared me on a patossian drip. This medication is used to induce
labor in pregnant women, sometime causing labor pains to be much more severe
than normal.
After about 5 hours, my contractions began. I was not emotionally or mentally
prepared for what I was about to endure. The pain was so excruciating, and gut
wrenching that I literally pulled out patches of my hair. I wouldn't wish this pain
on my worse enemy. As I lay in this bed ,I wonder how women subject themselves to
all this misery and pain. I remember horror stories that were told to me by my aunt's
and cousins about their experiences of being in labor. I thought they were just making
things up to scare me, but now I know that everything they told me was real. I wish I
would have listened to them because if so I would not be in so much agony. As I
allowed my mind to drift away to escape my own personal hell, the nurse came into
my room snapping me back to reality. As the nurse walked over to my bed, she informed that she had just paged
my doctor because there were abnormal reading on the holtor monitor. I was so
nervous and scared I didn't know what to think. She told me that my baby was in
distress. I replied "distress" what does that mean? She explained that when I turn
to my right side the baby is fine, but when I turn to my left side the baby heart rate
drop at that very moment tears began streaming down my face . The nurse told me
that I must lay flat on my back until I deliver to cause less stress on the fetus. Despite
all the pain I was experiencing, I did what I was told and believe me it was hard. My
only concern was to make sure my baby was alright.
By the time my doctor arrived to my room, I had been in labor for 11 hours. He told
me that the nurse informed him that I only dilated 1 1/2 centimeters and my water had
not broke. He told me that he was going to break my water himself, by inserting a
small metal hook into my cervix to break my amniotic sac. The nurse returned to my
room assisted me in scooting to the edge of the bed and she began to put both of my
feet in stirrups. She began to lay out gloves, and the instrument the doctor would be
using in this procedure. After she was done the doctor came back in, he told me I
would feel a little pressure, before knew it I felt a gush of water and it was all
over. The doctor said that hopefully I will have my baby in a few hours if all
goes well. An hour later, the nurse returned to my room to check on me. My labor
pains was much more severe than before, I cried and begged the nurse to give me
some medication to take away the pain but unfortunately there was nothing she could
do. I had to fight through the pain until I dilated 5 centimeters so I can get an
epidural and at time I was only at 4 centimeters.
I was in labor for 16 hours, before my doctor can in and told me that my
baby's heart rate was rapidly declining so he was going to perform an emergency
cesarean section. This is a surgical procedure in which an incision is made through
a women abdomen and uterus to deliver a fetus. The next think my delivery room
started to transform right before my very eyes. Lights started to come down from the
ceiling, surgical equipment was being brought into the room. I was petrified at all the
things I was seeing take place. The anesthesiologist on staff at the hospital came into
my room to give me an epidural. An epidural is a method used to relieve labor pains.
I couldn't believe the power of this drug. I had no pain at all, I wanted to kiss my
doctor for rescuing me from all the torture and pain I was experiencing.
Once my baby was delivered, I was waiting to hear the sound that every mother
dreams of hearing and it never came. All I heard was code blue, labor and
delivery come across the hospital intercom. All the doctors and nurses were
running around my room franticly. At that very moment I glanced down
and seen a tiny purple lifeless body. At that very moment I scream so loud that it
echoed throughout the hospital. I broke down and sob uncontrollably. Why is this
happening to me? I asked whats going on? Whats wrong with my baby?
Is he going to be ok? All my questions went unanswered. Finally, I over heard
two nurses talking, thats when I found out that the umbilical cord was wrapped
around my babies neck. One nurse started CPR while the other administered oxygen.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me after I had endured only to have my
baby taken away from me in a split second. At that very moment I started praying.
God please save my baby, I know you are the only one that can help me at this
moment. I don't think I can go on if my baby don't make it. Please God help me.
After about 20 minutes, I heard the greatest sound in the world, my baby's first
cry. All I could utter was thank you God, thank you. The nurse walked over to me
and said "congratulations, it a boy"! Then she handed me my 7 1/2 pound bundle
of joy.
Shameeka Herring
10 February 2013
Personal Narrative Essay
A Frightening Experience
When I look at pictures of myself , I realize how much I've grown and changed,
not only physically, also mentally as a person in the last fifteen years. Less then
one year after graduating high school ,I received some frightening news, I was
pregnant. I had dreams and so much potential, this would surely detour me from my
goal in life of becoming a nurse and possibly shatter them forever. I was about to
bring a life into the world.
I find myself reflecting on the last fifteen years of my life. How much it has
changed and how much fuller it has become. I knew that raising children can be very
rewarding, it is also far from being an easy task. That's the reason I wanted to wait
to have children. I wanted to be married, graduate from college so at least I would
have help and be financially prepared. However despite having all these expectations
before giving birth, I was still unprepared and humbled by the birth of my son
Brandon, my own private miracle.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up early in the morning with the sun
shinning through the window. I had a 8:00a.m doctors appointment. I arrived at the
doctors office 20 minutes early. I collected a urine sample and placed it in the metal
cabinet which is done at every visit. I sat back in the waiting room and waited until I
was called. After about 10 minutes the nurse replied," Shameeka Herring, right this
way". Once we got into the exam room she began to take my vital signs and asking
me a series of question. Are you having any problems? I replied "No". Are there any
chances you might be pregnant? I replied "No". What is the nature for you visit
today? I'm here for my annual exam and I need a refill on my birth control pills.
The nurse told me to undress from the waist down, put the drape around my waist,
and said,"the doctor will be in shortly". As I finished undressing I heard a knock on
the door, it was Dr. Mussleman. He walked in and said, " hello Shameeka, how are
you doing today"? I replied " I'm doing just fine". He informed that my pregnancy test
came back positive. I was in disbelief. He then asked was I aware of this and have I
been having any symptoms. I told him no i wasn't aware of this, how could this be
this was a mistake. He stated, the nurse ran the test twice, and both time it came back
positive. He informed me he was going to send me down the hall for an ultrasound
to determine my due date and how far along I am.
When I left the doctor's office,I had found out I was 3 months pregnant, and my
baby was due on January 18, 1999. They could not determine the sex of my baby
because it was still early. I had to come back in 2 months if I wanted to find out ,If I
was having a boy or a girl. As a soon to be mother, I had to figure out a plan. I had
to find a daycare, weigh my options about school, and find another job that
would be able to support myself as well as my baby.
I made sure to attended all of my doctor's appointments. Took my prenatal
vitamins and watched what I ate. As the months rolled around my belly had gotten
bigger. My appetite had increased and I put on almost 45lbs. The doctor was very
pleased with the growth of my baby. I couldn't believe that in a few weeks I would be
someones mother. I would be responsible for something so fragile and precious.
Needless to say my due date came and went. I was nervous and frightened at the
same time. I thought that women could only be pregnant for 9 months. I was
currently 2 weeks over due. My doctor informed me that this is sometimes common
in first time mother's. He wanted to perform an emergency C- Section for the
following morning. I didn't get any sleep I tossed and turned the whole night. I
arrived at the hospital at 5:00 a.m. as instructed by my doctor. Once I was
admitted, I was giving a room and taken up to labor and delivery. Two nurses
came into my room, one nurse asked me questions while the other started my IV and
applied a holter monitor to my belly. This procedure is used to monitor the heart rate
and stress levels of the fetus while its still in the womb. Once the monitor was in
applied, the nurse stared me on a patossian drip. This medication is used to induce
labor in pregnant women, sometime causing labor pains to be much more severe
than normal.
After about 5 hours, my contractions began. I was not emotionally or mentally
prepared for what I was about to endure. The pain was so excruciating, and gut
wrenching that I literally pulled out patches of my hair. I wouldn't wish this pain
on my worse enemy. As I lay in this bed ,I wonder how women subject themselves to
all this misery and pain. I remember horror stories that were told to me by my aunt's
and cousins about their experiences of being in labor. I thought they were just making
things up to scare me, but now I know that everything they told me was real. I wish I
would have listened to them because if so I would not be in so much agony. As I
allowed my mind to drift away to escape my own personal hell, the nurse came into
my room snapping me back to reality. As the nurse walked over to my bed, she informed that she had just paged
my doctor because there were abnormal reading on the holtor monitor. I was so
nervous and scared I didn't know what to think. She told me that my baby was in
distress. I replied "distress" what does that mean? She explained that when I turn
to my right side the baby is fine, but when I turn to my left side the baby heart rate
drop at that very moment tears began streaming down my face . The nurse told me
that I must lay flat on my back until I deliver to cause less stress on the fetus. Despite
all the pain I was experiencing, I did what I was told and believe me it was hard. My
only concern was to make sure my baby was alright.
By the time my doctor arrived to my room, I had been in labor for 11 hours. He told
me that the nurse informed him that I only dilated 1 1/2 centimeters and my water had
not broke. He told me that he was going to break my water himself, by inserting a
small metal hook into my cervix to break my amniotic sac. The nurse returned to my
room assisted me in scooting to the edge of the bed and she began to put both of my
feet in stirrups. She began to lay out gloves, and the instrument the doctor would be
using in this procedure. After she was done the doctor came back in, he told me I
would feel a little pressure, before knew it I felt a gush of water and it was all
over. The doctor said that hopefully I will have my baby in a few hours if all
goes well. An hour later, the nurse returned to my room to check on me. My labor
pains was much more severe than before, I cried and begged the nurse to give me
some medication to take away the pain but unfortunately there was nothing she could
do. I had to fight through the pain until I dilated 5 centimeters so I can get an
epidural and at time I was only at 4 centimeters.
I was in labor for 16 hours, before my doctor can in and told me that my
baby's heart rate was rapidly declining so he was going to perform an emergency
cesarean section. This is a surgical procedure in which an incision is made through
a women abdomen and uterus to deliver a fetus. The next think my delivery room
started to transform right before my very eyes. Lights started to come down from the
ceiling, surgical equipment was being brought into the room. I was petrified at all the
things I was seeing take place. The anesthesiologist on staff at the hospital came into
my room to give me an epidural. An epidural is a method used to relieve labor pains.
I couldn't believe the power of this drug. I had no pain at all, I wanted to kiss my
doctor for rescuing me from all the torture and pain I was experiencing.
Once my baby was delivered, I was waiting to hear the sound that every mother
dreams of hearing and it never came. All I heard was code blue, labor and
delivery come across the hospital intercom. All the doctors and nurses were
running around my room franticly. At that very moment I glanced down
and seen a tiny purple lifeless body. At that very moment I scream so loud that it
echoed throughout the hospital. I broke down and sob uncontrollably. Why is this
happening to me? I asked whats going on? Whats wrong with my baby?
Is he going to be ok? All my questions went unanswered. Finally, I over heard
two nurses talking, thats when I found out that the umbilical cord was wrapped
around my babies neck. One nurse started CPR while the other administered oxygen.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me after I had endured only to have my
baby taken away from me in a split second. At that very moment I started praying.
God please save my baby, I know you are the only one that can help me at this
moment. I don't think I can go on if my baby don't make it. Please God help me.
After about 20 minutes, I heard the greatest sound in the world, my baby's first
cry. All I could utter was thank you God, thank you. The nurse walked over to me
and said "congratulations, it a boy"! Then she handed me my 7 1/2 pound bundle
of joy.
10 February 2013
Personal Narrative Essay
A Frightening Experience
When I look at pictures of myself , I realize how much I've grown and changed,
not only physically, also mentally as a person in the last fifteen years. Less then
one year after graduating high school ,I received some frightening news, I was
pregnant. I had dreams and so much potential, this would surely detour me from my
goal in life of becoming a nurse and possibly shatter them forever. I was about to
bring a life into the world.
I find myself reflecting on the last fifteen years of my life. How much it has
changed and how much fuller it has become. I knew that raising children can be very
rewarding, it is also far from being an easy task. That's the reason I wanted to wait
to have children. I wanted to be married, graduate from college so at least I would
have help and be financially prepared. However despite having all these expectations
before giving birth, I was still unprepared and humbled by the birth of my son
Brandon, my own private miracle.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up early in the morning with the sun
shinning through the window. I had a 8:00a.m doctors appointment. I arrived at the
doctors office 20 minutes early. I collected a urine sample and placed it in the metal
cabinet which is done at every visit. I sat back in the waiting room and waited until I
was called. After about 10 minutes the nurse replied," Shameeka Herring, right this
way". Once we got into the exam room she began to take my vital signs and asking
me a series of question. Are you having any problems? I replied "No". Are there any
chances you might be pregnant? I replied "No". What is the nature for you visit
today? I'm here for my annual exam and I need a refill on my birth control pills.
The nurse told me to undress from the waist down, put the drape around my waist,
and said,"the doctor will be in shortly". As I finished undressing I heard a knock on
the door, it was Dr. Mussleman. He walked in and said, " hello Shameeka, how are
you doing today"? I replied " I'm doing just fine". He informed that my pregnancy test
came back positive. I was in disbelief. He then asked was I aware of this and have I
been having any symptoms. I told him no i wasn't aware of this, how could this be
this was a mistake. He stated, the nurse ran the test twice, and both time it came back
positive. He informed me he was going to send me down the hall for an ultrasound
to determine my due date and how far along I am.
When I left the doctor's office,I had found out I was 3 months pregnant, and my
baby was due on January 18, 1999. They could not determine the sex of my baby
because it was still early. I had to come back in 2 months if I wanted to find out ,If I
was having a boy or a girl. As a soon to be mother, I had to figure out a plan. I had
to find a daycare, weigh my options about school, and find another job that
would be able to support myself as well as my baby.
I made sure to attended all of my doctor's appointments. Took my prenatal
vitamins and watched what I ate. As the months rolled around my belly had gotten
bigger. My appetite had increased and I put on almost 45lbs. The doctor was very
pleased with the growth of my baby. I couldn't believe that in a few weeks I would be
someones mother. I would be responsible for something so fragile and precious.
Needless to say my due date came and went. I was nervous and frightened at the
same time. I thought that women could only be pregnant for 9 months. I was
currently 2 weeks over due. My doctor informed me that this is sometimes common
in first time mother's. He wanted to perform an emergency C- Section for the
following morning. I didn't get any sleep I tossed and turned the whole night. I
arrived at the hospital at 5:00 a.m. as instructed by my doctor. Once I was
admitted, I was giving a room and taken up to labor and delivery. Two nurses
came into my room, one nurse asked me questions while the other started my IV and
applied a holter monitor to my belly. This procedure is used to monitor the heart rate
and stress levels of the fetus while its still in the womb. Once the monitor was in
applied, the nurse stared me on a patossian drip. This medication is used to induce
labor in pregnant women, sometime causing labor pains to be much more severe
than normal.
After about 5 hours, my contractions began. I was not emotionally or mentally
prepared for what I was about to endure. The pain was so excruciating, and gut
wrenching that I literally pulled out patches of my hair. I wouldn't wish this pain
on my worse enemy. As I lay in this bed ,I wonder how women subject themselves to
all this misery and pain. I remember horror stories that were told to me by my aunt's
and cousins about their experiences of being in labor. I thought they were just making
things up to scare me, but now I know that everything they told me was real. I wish I
would have listened to them because if so I would not be in so much agony. As I
allowed my mind to drift away to escape my own personal hell, the nurse came into
my room snapping me back to reality. As the nurse walked over to my bed, she informed that she had just paged
my doctor because there were abnormal reading on the holtor monitor. I was so
nervous and scared I didn't know what to think. She told me that my baby was in
distress. I replied "distress" what does that mean? She explained that when I turn
to my right side the baby is fine, but when I turn to my left side the baby heart rate
drop at that very moment tears began streaming down my face . The nurse told me
that I must lay flat on my back until I deliver to cause less stress on the fetus. Despite
all the pain I was experiencing, I did what I was told and believe me it was hard. My
only concern was to make sure my baby was alright.
By the time my doctor arrived to my room, I had been in labor for 11 hours. He told
me that the nurse informed him that I only dilated 1 1/2 centimeters and my water had
not broke. He told me that he was going to break my water himself, by inserting a
small metal hook into my cervix to break my amniotic sac. The nurse returned to my
room assisted me in scooting to the edge of the bed and she began to put both of my
feet in stirrups. She began to lay out gloves, and the instrument the doctor would be
using in this procedure. After she was done the doctor came back in, he told me I
would feel a little pressure, before knew it I felt a gush of water and it was all
over. The doctor said that hopefully I will have my baby in a few hours if all
goes well. An hour later, the nurse returned to my room to check on me. My labor
pains was much more severe than before, I cried and begged the nurse to give me
some medication to take away the pain but unfortunately there was nothing she could
do. I had to fight through the pain until I dilated 5 centimeters so I can get an
epidural and at time I was only at 4 centimeters.
I was in labor for 16 hours, before my doctor can in and told me that my
baby's heart rate was rapidly declining so he was going to perform an emergency
cesarean section. This is a surgical procedure in which an incision is made through
a women abdomen and uterus to deliver a fetus. The next think my delivery room
started to transform right before my very eyes. Lights started to come down from the
ceiling, surgical equipment was being brought into the room. I was petrified at all the
things I was seeing take place. The anesthesiologist on staff at the hospital came into
my room to give me an epidural. An epidural is a method used to relieve labor pains.
I couldn't believe the power of this drug. I had no pain at all, I wanted to kiss my
doctor for rescuing me from all the torture and pain I was experiencing.
Once my baby was delivered, I was waiting to hear the sound that every mother
dreams of hearing and it never came. All I heard was code blue, labor and
delivery come across the hospital intercom. All the doctors and nurses were
running around my room franticly. At that very moment I glanced down
and seen a tiny purple lifeless body. At that very moment I scream so loud that it
echoed throughout the hospital. I broke down and sob uncontrollably. Why is this
happening to me? I asked whats going on? Whats wrong with my baby?
Is he going to be ok? All my questions went unanswered. Finally, I over heard
two nurses talking, thats when I found out that the umbilical cord was wrapped
around my babies neck. One nurse started CPR while the other administered oxygen.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me after I had endured only to have my
baby taken away from me in a split second. At that very moment I started praying.
God please save my baby, I know you are the only one that can help me at this
moment. I don't think I can go on if my baby don't make it. Please God help me.
After about 20 minutes, I heard the greatest sound in the world, my baby's first
cry. All I could utter was thank you God, thank you. The nurse walked over to me
and said "congratulations, it a boy"! Then she handed me my 7 1/2 pound bundle
of joy.
Shameeka Herring
10 February 2013
Personal Narrative Essay
A Frightening Experience
When I look at pictures of myself , I realize how much I've grown and changed,
not only physically, also mentally as a person in the last fifteen years. Less then
one year after graduating high school ,I received some frightening news, I was
pregnant. I had dreams and so much potential, this would surely detour me from my
goal in life of becoming a nurse and possibly shatter them forever. I was about to
bring a life into the world.
I find myself reflecting on the last fifteen years of my life. How much it has
changed and how much fuller it has become. I knew that raising children can be very
rewarding, it is also far from being an easy task. That's the reason I wanted to wait
to have children. I wanted to be married, graduate from college so at least I would
have help and be financially prepared. However despite having all these expectations
before giving birth, I was still unprepared and humbled by the birth of my son
Brandon, my own private miracle.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up early in the morning with the sun
shinning through the window. I had a 8:00a.m doctors appointment. I arrived at the
doctors office 20 minutes early. I collected a urine sample and placed it in the metal
cabinet which is done at every visit. I sat back in the waiting room and waited until I
was called. After about 10 minutes the nurse replied," Shameeka Herring, right this
way". Once we got into the exam room she began to take my vital signs and asking
me a series of question. Are you having any problems? I replied "No". Are there any
chances you might be pregnant? I replied "No". What is the nature for you visit
today? I'm here for my annual exam and I need a refill on my birth control pills.
The nurse told me to undress from the waist down, put the drape around my waist,
and said,"the doctor will be in shortly". As I finished undressing I heard a knock on
the door, it was Dr. Mussleman. He walked in and said, " hello Shameeka, how are
you doing today"? I replied " I'm doing just fine". He informed that my pregnancy test
came back positive. I was in disbelief. He then asked was I aware of this and have I
been having any symptoms. I told him no i wasn't aware of this, how could this be
this was a mistake. He stated, the nurse ran the test twice, and both time it came back
positive. He informed me he was going to send me down the hall for an ultrasound
to determine my due date and how far along I am.
When I left the doctor's office,I had found out I was 3 months pregnant, and my
baby was due on January 18, 1999. They could not determine the sex of my baby
because it was still early. I had to come back in 2 months if I wanted to find out ,If I
was having a boy or a girl. As a soon to be mother, I had to figure out a plan. I had
to find a daycare, weigh my options about school, and find another job that
would be able to support myself as well as my baby.
I made sure to attended all of my doctor's appointments. Took my prenatal
vitamins and watched what I ate. As the months rolled around my belly had gotten
bigger. My appetite had increased and I put on almost 45lbs. The doctor was very
pleased with the growth of my baby. I couldn't believe that in a few weeks I would be
someones mother. I would be responsible for something so fragile and precious.
Needless to say my due date came and went. I was nervous and frightened at the
same time. I thought that women could only be pregnant for 9 months. I was
currently 2 weeks over due. My doctor informed me that this is sometimes common
in first time mother's. He wanted to perform an emergency C- Section for the
following morning. I didn't get any sleep I tossed and turned the whole night. I
arrived at the hospital at 5:00 a.m. as instructed by my doctor. Once I was
admitted, I was giving a room and taken up to labor and delivery. Two nurses
came into my room, one nurse asked me questions while the other started my IV and
applied a holter monitor to my belly. This procedure is used to monitor the heart rate
and stress levels of the fetus while its still in the womb. Once the monitor was in
applied, the nurse stared me on a patossian drip. This medication is used to induce
labor in pregnant women, sometime causing labor pains to be much more severe
than normal.
After about 5 hours, my contractions began. I was not emotionally or mentally
prepared for what I was about to endure. The pain was so excruciating, and gut
wrenching that I literally pulled out patches of my hair. I wouldn't wish this pain
on my worse enemy. As I lay in this bed ,I wonder how women subject themselves to
all this misery and pain. I remember horror stories that were told to me by my aunt's
and cousins about their experiences of being in labor. I thought they were just making
things up to scare me, but now I know that everything they told me was real. I wish I
would have listened to them because if so I would not be in so much agony. As I
allowed my mind to drift away to escape my own personal hell, the nurse came into
my room snapping me back to reality. As the nurse walked over to my bed, she informed that she had just paged
my doctor because there were abnormal reading on the holtor monitor. I was so
nervous and scared I didn't know what to think. She told me that my baby was in
distress. I replied "distress" what does that mean? She explained that when I turn
to my right side the baby is fine, but when I turn to my left side the baby heart rate
drop at that very moment tears began streaming down my face . The nurse told me
that I must lay flat on my back until I deliver to cause less stress on the fetus. Despite
all the pain I was experiencing, I did what I was told and believe me it was hard. My
only concern was to make sure my baby was alright.
By the time my doctor arrived to my room, I had been in labor for 11 hours. He told
me that the nurse informed him that I only dilated 1 1/2 centimeters and my water had
not broke. He told me that he was going to break my water himself, by inserting a
small metal hook into my cervix to break my amniotic sac. The nurse returned to my
room assisted me in scooting to the edge of the bed and she began to put both of my
feet in stirrups. She began to lay out gloves, and the instrument the doctor would be
using in this procedure. After she was done the doctor came back in, he told me I
would feel a little pressure, before knew it I felt a gush of water and it was all
over. The doctor said that hopefully I will have my baby in a few hours if all
goes well. An hour later, the nurse returned to my room to check on me. My labor
pains was much more severe than before, I cried and begged the nurse to give me
some medication to take away the pain but unfortunately there was nothing she could
do. I had to fight through the pain until I dilated 5 centimeters so I can get an
epidural and at time I was only at 4 centimeters.
I was in labor for 16 hours, before my doctor can in and told me that my
baby's heart rate was rapidly declining so he was going to perform an emergency
cesarean section. This is a surgical procedure in which an incision is made through
a women abdomen and uterus to deliver a fetus. The next think my delivery room
started to transform right before my very eyes. Lights started to come down from the
ceiling, surgical equipment was being brought into the room. I was petrified at all the
things I was seeing take place. The anesthesiologist on staff at the hospital came into
my room to give me an epidural. An epidural is a method used to relieve labor pains.
I couldn't believe the power of this drug. I had no pain at all, I wanted to kiss my
doctor for rescuing me from all the torture and pain I was experiencing.
Once my baby was delivered, I was waiting to hear the sound that every mother
dreams of hearing and it never came. All I heard was code blue, labor and
delivery come across the hospital intercom. All the doctors and nurses were
running around my room franticly. At that very moment I glanced down
and seen a tiny purple lifeless body. At that very moment I scream so loud that it
echoed throughout the hospital. I broke down and sob uncontrollably. Why is this
happening to me? I asked whats going on? Whats wrong with my baby?
Is he going to be ok? All my questions went unanswered. Finally, I over heard
two nurses talking, thats when I found out that the umbilical cord was wrapped
around my babies neck. One nurse started CPR while the other administered oxygen.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me after I had endured only to have my
baby taken away from me in a split second. At that very moment I started praying.
God please save my baby, I know you are the only one that can help me at this
moment. I don't think I can go on if my baby don't make it. Please God help me.
After about 20 minutes, I heard the greatest sound in the world, my baby's first
cry. All I could utter was thank you God, thank you. The nurse walked over to me
and said "congratulations, it a boy"! Then she handed me my 7 1/2 pound bundle
of joy.
Shameeka Herring
10 February 2013
Personal Narrative Essay
A Frightening Experience
When I look at pictures of myself , I realize how much I've grown and changed,
not only physically, also mentally as a person in the last fifteen years. Less then
one year after graduating high school ,I received some frightening news, I was
pregnant. I had dreams and so much potential, this would surely detour me from my
goal in life of becoming a nurse and possibly shatter them forever. I was about to
bring a life into the world.
I find myself reflecting on the last fifteen years of my life. How much it has
changed and how much fuller it has become. I knew that raising children can be very
rewarding, it is also far from being an easy task. That's the reason I wanted to wait
to have children. I wanted to be married, graduate from college so at least I would
have help and be financially prepared. However despite having all these expectations
before giving birth, I was still unprepared and humbled by the birth of my son
Brandon, my own private miracle.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up early in the morning with the sun
shinning through the window. I had a 8:00a.m doctors appointment. I arrived at the
doctors office 20 minutes early. I collected a urine sample and placed it in the metal
cabinet which is done at every visit. I sat back in the waiting room and waited until I
was called. After about 10 minutes the nurse replied," Shameeka Herring, right this
way". Once we got into the exam room she began to take my vital signs and asking
me a series of question. Are you having any problems? I replied "No". Are there any
chances you might be pregnant? I replied "No". What is the nature for you visit
today? I'm here for my annual exam and I need a refill on my birth control pills.
The nurse told me to undress from the waist down, put the drape around my waist,
and said,"the doctor will be in shortly". As I finished undressing I heard a knock on
the door, it was Dr. Mussleman. He walked in and said, " hello Shameeka, how are
you doing today"? I replied " I'm doing just fine". He informed that my pregnancy test
came back positive. I was in disbelief. He then asked was I aware of this and have I
been having any symptoms. I told him no i wasn't aware of this, how could this be
this was a mistake. He stated, the nurse ran the test twice, and both time it came back
positive. He informed me he was going to send me down the hall for an ultrasound
to determine my due date and how far along I am.
When I left the doctor's office,I had found out I was 3 months pregnant, and my
baby was due on January 18, 1999. They could not determine the sex of my baby
because it was still early. I had to come back in 2 months if I wanted to find out ,If I
was having a boy or a girl. As a soon to be mother, I had to figure out a plan. I had
to find a daycare, weigh my options about school, and find another job that
would be able to support myself as well as my baby.
I made sure to attended all of my doctor's appointments. Took my prenatal
vitamins and watched what I ate. As the months rolled around my belly had gotten
bigger. My appetite had increased and I put on almost 45lbs. The doctor was very
pleased with the growth of my baby. I couldn't believe that in a few weeks I would be
someones mother. I would be responsible for something so fragile and precious.
Needless to say my due date came and went. I was nervous and frightened at the
same time. I thought that women could only be pregnant for 9 months. I was
currently 2 weeks over due. My doctor informed me that this is sometimes common
in first time mother's. He wanted to perform an emergency C- Section for the
following morning. I didn't get any sleep I tossed and turned the whole night. I
arrived at the hospital at 5:00 a.m. as instructed by my doctor. Once I was
admitted, I was giving a room and taken up to labor and delivery. Two nurses
came into my room, one nurse asked me questions while the other started my IV and
applied a holter monitor to my belly. This procedure is used to monitor the heart rate
and stress levels of the fetus while its still in the womb. Once the monitor was in
applied, the nurse stared me on a patossian drip. This medication is used to induce
labor in pregnant women, sometime causing labor pains to be much more severe
than normal.
After about 5 hours, my contractions began. I was not emotionally or mentally
prepared for what I was about to endure. The pain was so excruciating, and gut
wrenching that I literally pulled out patches of my hair. I wouldn't wish this pain
on my worse enemy. As I lay in this bed ,I wonder how women subject themselves to
all this misery and pain. I remember horror stories that were told to me by my aunt's
and cousins about their experiences of being in labor. I thought they were just making
things up to scare me, but now I know that everything they told me was real. I wish I
would have listened to them because if so I would not be in so much agony. As I
allowed my mind to drift away to escape my own personal hell, the nurse came into
my room snapping me back to reality. As the nurse walked over to my bed, she informed that she had just paged
my doctor because there were abnormal reading on the holtor monitor. I was so
nervous and scared I didn't know what to think. She told me that my baby was in
distress. I replied "distress" what does that mean? She explained that when I turn
to my right side the baby is fine, but when I turn to my left side the baby heart rate
drop at that very moment tears began streaming down my face . The nurse told me
that I must lay flat on my back until I deliver to cause less stress on the fetus. Despite
all the pain I was experiencing, I did what I was told and believe me it was hard. My
only concern was to make sure my baby was alright.
By the time my doctor arrived to my room, I had been in labor for 11 hours. He told
me that the nurse informed him that I only dilated 1 1/2 centimeters and my water had
not broke. He told me that he was going to break my water himself, by inserting a
small metal hook into my cervix to break my amniotic sac. The nurse returned to my
room assisted me in scooting to the edge of the bed and she began to put both of my
feet in stirrups. She began to lay out gloves, and the instrument the doctor would be
using in this procedure. After she was done the doctor came back in, he told me I
would feel a little pressure, before knew it I felt a gush of water and it was all
over. The doctor said that hopefully I will have my baby in a few hours if all
goes well. An hour later, the nurse returned to my room to check on me. My labor
pains was much more severe than before, I cried and begged the nurse to give me
some medication to take away the pain but unfortunately there was nothing she could
do. I had to fight through the pain until I dilated 5 centimeters so I can get an
epidural and at time I was only at 4 centimeters.
I was in labor for 16 hours, before my doctor can in and told me that my
baby's heart rate was rapidly declining so he was going to perform an emergency
cesarean section. This is a surgical procedure in which an incision is made through
a women abdomen and uterus to deliver a fetus. The next think my delivery room
started to transform right before my very eyes. Lights started to come down from the
ceiling, surgical equipment was being brought into the room. I was petrified at all the
things I was seeing take place. The anesthesiologist on staff at the hospital came into
my room to give me an epidural. An epidural is a method used to relieve labor pains.
I couldn't believe the power of this drug. I had no pain at all, I wanted to kiss my
doctor for rescuing me from all the torture and pain I was experiencing.
Once my baby was delivered, I was waiting to hear the sound that every mother
dreams of hearing and it never came. All I heard was code blue, labor and
delivery come across the hospital intercom. All the doctors and nurses were
running around my room franticly. At that very moment I glanced down
and seen a tiny purple lifeless body. At that very moment I scream so loud that it
echoed throughout the hospital. I broke down and sob uncontrollably. Why is this
happening to me? I asked whats going on? Whats wrong with my baby?
Is he going to be ok? All my questions went unanswered. Finally, I over heard
two nurses talking, thats when I found out that the umbilical cord was wrapped
around my babies neck. One nurse started CPR while the other administered oxygen.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me after I had endured only to have my
baby taken away from me in a split second. At that very moment I started praying.
God please save my baby, I know you are the only one that can help me at this
moment. I don't think I can go on if my baby don't make it. Please God help me.
After about 20 minutes, I heard the greatest sound in the world, my baby's first
cry. All I could utter was thank you God, thank you. The nurse walked over to me
and said "congratulations, it a boy"! Then she handed me my 7 1/2 pound bundle
of joy.
Shameeka Herring
10 February 2013
Personal Narrative Essay
A Frightening Experience
When I look at pictures of myself , I realize how much I've grown and changed,
not only physically, also mentally as a person in the last fifteen years. Less then
one year after graduating high school ,I received some frightening news, I was
pregnant. I had dreams and so much potential, this would surely detour me from my
goal in life of becoming a nurse and possibly shatter them forever. I was about to
bring a life into the world.
I find myself reflecting on the last fifteen years of my life. How much it has
changed and how much fuller it has become. I knew that raising children can be very
rewarding, it is also far from being an easy task. That's the reason I wanted to wait
to have children. I wanted to be married, graduate from college so at least I would
have help and be financially prepared. However despite having all these expectations
before giving birth, I was still unprepared and humbled by the birth of my son
Brandon, my own private miracle.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up early in the morning with the sun
shinning through the window. I had a 8:00a.m doctors appointment. I arrived at the
doctors office 20 minutes early. I collected a urine sample and placed it in the metal
cabinet which is done at every visit. I sat back in the waiting room and waited until I
was called. After about 10 minutes the nurse replied," Shameeka Herring, right this
way". Once we got into the exam room she began to take my vital signs and asking
me a series of question. Are you having any problems? I replied "No". Are there any
chances you might be pregnant? I replied "No". What is the nature for you visit
today? I'm here for my annual exam and I need a refill on my birth control pills.
The nurse told me to undress from the waist down, put the drape around my waist,
and said,"the doctor will be in shortly". As I finished undressing I heard a knock on
the door, it was Dr. Mussleman. He walked in and said, " hello Shameeka, how are
you doing today"? I replied " I'm doing just fine". He informed that my pregnancy test
came back positive. I was in disbelief. He then asked was I aware of this and have I
been having any symptoms. I told him no i wasn't aware of this, how could this be
this was a mistake. He stated, the nurse ran the test twice, and both time it came back
positive. He informed me he was going to send me down the hall for an ultrasound
to determine my due date and how far along I am.
When I left the doctor's office,I had found out I was 3 months pregnant, and my
baby was due on January 18, 1999. They could not determine the sex of my baby
because it was still early. I had to come back in 2 months if I wanted to find out ,If I
was having a boy or a girl. As a soon to be mother, I had to figure out a plan. I had
to find a daycare, weigh my options about school, and find another job that
would be able to support myself as well as my baby.
I made sure to attended all of my doctor's appointments. Took my prenatal
vitamins and watched what I ate. As the months rolled around my belly had gotten
bigger. My appetite had increased and I put on almost 45lbs. The doctor was very
pleased with the growth of my baby. I couldn't believe that in a few weeks I would be
someones mother. I would be responsible for something so fragile and precious.
Needless to say my due date came and went. I was nervous and frightened at the
same time. I thought that women could only be pregnant for 9 months. I was
currently 2 weeks over due. My doctor informed me that this is sometimes common
in first time mother's. He wanted to perform an emergency C- Section for the
following morning. I didn't get any sleep I tossed and turned the whole night. I
arrived at the hospital at 5:00 a.m. as instructed by my doctor. Once I was
admitted, I was giving a room and taken up to labor and delivery. Two nurses
came into my room, one nurse asked me questions while the other started my IV and
applied a holter monitor to my belly. This procedure is used to monitor the heart rate
and stress levels of the fetus while its still in the womb. Once the monitor was in
applied, the nurse stared me on a patossian drip. This medication is used to induce
labor in pregnant women, sometime causing labor pains to be much more severe
than normal.
After about 5 hours, my contractions began. I was not emotionally or mentally
prepared for what I was about to endure. The pain was so excruciating, and gut
wrenching that I literally pulled out patches of my hair. I wouldn't wish this pain
on my worse enemy. As I lay in this bed ,I wonder how women subject themselves to
all this misery and pain. I remember horror stories that were told to me by my aunt's
and cousins about their experiences of being in labor. I thought they were just making
things up to scare me, but now I know that everything they told me was real. I wish I
would have listened to them because if so I would not be in so much agony. As I
allowed my mind to drift away to escape my own personal hell, the nurse came into
my room snapping me back to reality. As the nurse walked over to my bed, she informed that she had just paged
my doctor because there were abnormal reading on the holtor monitor. I was so
nervous and scared I didn't know what to think. She told me that my baby was in
distress. I replied "distress" what does that mean? She explained that when I turn
to my right side the baby is fine, but when I turn to my left side the baby heart rate
drop at that very moment tears began streaming down my face . The nurse told me
that I must lay flat on my back until I deliver to cause less stress on the fetus. Despite
all the pain I was experiencing, I did what I was told and believe me it was hard. My
only concern was to make sure my baby was alright.
By the time my doctor arrived to my room, I had been in labor for 11 hours. He told
me that the nurse informed him that I only dilated 1 1/2 centimeters and my water had
not broke. He told me that he was going to break my water himself, by inserting a
small metal hook into my cervix to break my amniotic sac. The nurse returned to my
room assisted me in scooting to the edge of the bed and she began to put both of my
feet in stirrups. She began to lay out gloves, and the instrument the doctor would be
using in this procedure. After she was done the doctor came back in, he told me I
would feel a little pressure, before knew it I felt a gush of water and it was all
over. The doctor said that hopefully I will have my baby in a few hours if all
goes well. An hour later, the nurse returned to my room to check on me. My labor
pains was much more severe than before, I cried and begged the nurse to give me
some medication to take away the pain but unfortunately there was nothing she could
do. I had to fight through the pain until I dilated 5 centimeters so I can get an
epidural and at time I was only at 4 centimeters.
I was in labor for 16 hours, before my doctor can in and told me that my
baby's heart rate was rapidly declining so he was going to perform an emergency
cesarean section. This is a surgical procedure in which an incision is made through
a women abdomen and uterus to deliver a fetus. The next think my delivery room
started to transform right before my very eyes. Lights started to come down from the
ceiling, surgical equipment was being brought into the room. I was petrified at all the
things I was seeing take place. The anesthesiologist on staff at the hospital came into
my room to give me an epidural. An epidural is a method used to relieve labor pains.
I couldn't believe the power of this drug. I had no pain at all, I wanted to kiss my
doctor for rescuing me from all the torture and pain I was experiencing.
Once my baby was delivered, I was waiting to hear the sound that every mother
dreams of hearing and it never came. All I heard was code blue, labor and
delivery come across the hospital intercom. All the doctors and nurses were
running around my room franticly. At that very moment I glanced down
and seen a tiny purple lifeless body. At that very moment I scream so loud that it
echoed throughout the hospital. I broke down and sob uncontrollably. Why is this
happening to me? I asked whats going on? Whats wrong with my baby?
Is he going to be ok? All my questions went unanswered. Finally, I over heard
two nurses talking, thats when I found out that the umbilical cord was wrapped
around my babies neck. One nurse started CPR while the other administered oxygen.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me after I had endured only to have my
baby taken away from me in a split second. At that very moment I started praying.
God please save my baby, I know you are the only one that can help me at this
moment. I don't think I can go on if my baby don't make it. Please God help me.
After about 20 minutes, I heard the greatest sound in the world, my baby's first
cry. All I could utter was thank you God, thank you. The nurse walked over to me
and said "congratulations, it a boy"! Then she handed me my 7 1/2 pound bundle
of joy.
Shameeka Herring
10 February 2013
Personal Narrative Essay
A Frightening Experience
When I look at pictures of myself , I realize how much I've grown and changed,
not only physically, also mentally as a person in the last fifteen years. Less then
one year after graduating high school ,I received some frightening news, I was
pregnant. I had dreams and so much potential, this would surely detour me from my
goal in life of becoming a nurse and possibly shatter them forever. I was about to
bring a life into the world.
I find myself reflecting on the last fifteen years of my life. How much it has
changed and how much fuller it has become. I knew that raising children can be very
rewarding, it is also far from being an easy task. That's the reason I wanted to wait
to have children. I wanted to be married, graduate from college so at least I would
have help and be financially prepared. However despite having all these expectations
before giving birth, I was still unprepared and humbled by the birth of my son
Brandon, my own private miracle.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up early in the morning with the sun
shinning through the window. I had a 8:00a.m doctors appointment. I arrived at the
doctors office 20 minutes early. I collected a urine sample and placed it in the metal
cabinet which is done at every visit. I sat back in the waiting room and waited until I
was called. After about 10 minutes the nurse replied," Shameeka Herring, right this
way". Once we got into the exam room she began to take my vital signs and asking
me a series of question. Are you having any problems? I replied "No". Are there any
chances you might be pregnant? I replied "No". What is the nature for you visit
today? I'm here for my annual exam and I need a refill on my birth control pills.
The nurse told me to undress from the waist down, put the drape around my waist,
and said,"the doctor will be in shortly". As I finished undressing I heard a knock on
the door, it was Dr. Mussleman. He walked in and said, " hello Shameeka, how are
you doing today"? I replied " I'm doing just fine". He informed that my pregnancy test
came back positive. I was in disbelief. He then asked was I aware of this and have I
been having any symptoms. I told him no i wasn't aware of this, how could this be
this was a mistake. He stated, the nurse ran the test twice, and both time it came back
positive. He informed me he was going to send me down the hall for an ultrasound
to determine my due date and how far along I am.
When I left the doctor's office,I had found out I was 3 months pregnant, and my
baby was due on January 18, 1999. They could not determine the sex of my baby
because it was still early. I had to come back in 2 months if I wanted to find out ,If I
was having a boy or a girl. As a soon to be mother, I had to figure out a plan. I had
to find a daycare, weigh my options about school, and find another job that
would be able to support myself as well as my baby.
I made sure to attended all of my doctor's appointments. Took my prenatal
vitamins and watched what I ate. As the months rolled around my belly had gotten
bigger. My appetite had increased and I put on almost 45lbs. The doctor was very
pleased with the growth of my baby. I couldn't believe that in a few weeks I would be
someones mother. I would be responsible for something so fragile and precious.
Needless to say my due date came and went. I was nervous and frightened at the
same time. I thought that women could only be pregnant for 9 months. I was
currently 2 weeks over due. My doctor informed me that this is sometimes common
in first time mother's. He wanted to perform an emergency C- Section for the
following morning. I didn't get any sleep I tossed and turned the whole night. I
arrived at the hospital at 5:00 a.m. as instructed by my doctor. Once I was
admitted, I was giving a room and taken up to labor and delivery. Two nurses
came into my room, one nurse asked me questions while the other started my IV and
applied a holter monitor to my belly. This procedure is used to monitor the heart rate
and stress levels of the fetus while its still in the womb. Once the monitor was in
applied, the nurse stared me on a patossian drip. This medication is used to induce
labor in pregnant women, sometime causing labor pains to be much more severe
than normal.
After about 5 hours, my contractions began. I was not emotionally or mentally
prepared for what I was about to endure. The pain was so excruciating, and gut
wrenching that I literally pulled out patches of my hair. I wouldn't wish this pain
on my worse enemy. As I lay in this bed ,I wonder how women subject themselves to
all this misery and pain. I remember horror stories that were told to me by my aunt's
and cousins about their experiences of being in labor. I thought they were just making
things up to scare me, but now I know that everything they told me was real. I wish I
would have listened to them because if so I would not be in so much agony. As I
allowed my mind to drift away to escape my own personal hell, the nurse came into
my room snapping me back to reality. As the nurse walked over to my bed, she informed that she had just paged
my doctor because there were abnormal reading on the holtor monitor. I was so
nervous and scared I didn't know what to think. She told me that my baby was in
distress. I replied "distress" what does that mean? She explained that when I turn
to my right side the baby is fine, but when I turn to my left side the baby heart rate
drop at that very moment tears began streaming down my face . The nurse told me
that I must lay flat on my back until I deliver to cause less stress on the fetus. Despite
all the pain I was experiencing, I did what I was told and believe me it was hard. My
only concern was to make sure my baby was alright.
By the time my doctor arrived to my room, I had been in labor for 11 hours. He told
me that the nurse informed him that I only dilated 1 1/2 centimeters and my water had
not broke. He told me that he was going to break my water himself, by inserting a
small metal hook into my cervix to break my amniotic sac. The nurse returned to my
room assisted me in scooting to the edge of the bed and she began to put both of my
feet in stirrups. She began to lay out gloves, and the instrument the doctor would be
using in this procedure. After she was done the doctor came back in, he told me I
would feel a little pressure, before knew it I felt a gush of water and it was all
over. The doctor said that hopefully I will have my baby in a few hours if all
goes well. An hour later, the nurse returned to my room to check on me. My labor
pains was much more severe than before, I cried and begged the nurse to give me
some medication to take away the pain but unfortunately there was nothing she could
do. I had to fight through the pain until I dilated 5 centimeters so I can get an
epidural and at time I was only at 4 centimeters.
I was in labor for 16 hours, before my doctor can in and told me that my
baby's heart rate was rapidly declining so he was going to perform an emergency
cesarean section. This is a surgical procedure in which an incision is made through
a women abdomen and uterus to deliver a fetus. The next think my delivery room
started to transform right before my very eyes. Lights started to come down from the
ceiling, surgical equipment was being brought into the room. I was petrified at all the
things I was seeing take place. The anesthesiologist on staff at the hospital came into
my room to give me an epidural. An epidural is a method used to relieve labor pains.
I couldn't believe the power of this drug. I had no pain at all, I wanted to kiss my
doctor for rescuing me from all the torture and pain I was experiencing.
Once my baby was delivered, I was waiting to hear the sound that every mother
dreams of hearing and it never came. All I heard was code blue, labor and
delivery come across the hospital intercom. All the doctors and nurses were
running around my room franticly. At that very moment I glanced down
and seen a tiny purple lifeless body. At that very moment I scream so loud that it
echoed throughout the hospital. I broke down and sob uncontrollably. Why is this
happening to me? I asked whats going on? Whats wrong with my baby?
Is he going to be ok? All my questions went unanswered. Finally, I over heard
two nurses talking, thats when I found out that the umbilical cord was wrapped
around my babies neck. One nurse started CPR while the other administered oxygen.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me after I had endured only to have my
baby taken away from me in a split second. At that very moment I started praying.
God please save my baby, I know you are the only one that can help me at this
moment. I don't think I can go on if my baby don't make it. Please God help me.
After about 20 minutes, I heard the greatest sound in the world, my baby's first
cry. All I could utter was thank you God, thank you. The nurse walked over to me
and said "congratulations, it a boy"! Then she handed me my 7 1/2 pound bundle
of joy.
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Instantly, I am seventeen again. My mind turns my coarse, snow white hair into long, careless, jet-black curls that hang well below my rib cage. Time reverses my deep laugh lines as it rejuvenates my skin. I can see myself now with my long legs, tanned golden by the sun, perfectly polished nails, high cheekbones, and sparkling green eyes. I’m wearing the first two-piece bathing suit I had ever owned, light pink with tiny, precise ruffles around the edges. I distinctly remember saving every penny I could find to afford that silly old thing, doing chore after chore around my house, trying to scrounge up enough money before summer rolled around. That trip to Pensacola Beach was all me and my three girl friends could talk about during our senior year. We would jokingly call it our first taste of freedom as we complained endlessly day after day about nagging parents or seemingly never-ending schoolwork. Fresh out of high school, we walked arm in arm along the shoreline, throwing our heads back in laughter without any cares in the world. It amuses me how their names have escaped me after all these years, yet his has not.…
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