Personal Narrative: When I Almost Became A Midwife

When I Almost Became a Midwife
Everytime I see those blinding blue eyes that my 4 year old niece has, my mind goes straight to the day before she was born. On October 30th around 4pm, my sister, who was 9 months pregnant at the time, and I are sitting on our comfy brown suede couch. The cliche screams coming from the scary movie that’s playing in the front of the room. Little did I know that in just a few minutes my heart rate would go up, but not from the movie, from the horrors of childbirth.
My sister and I just got back from helping my mom and dad clean the remains of our family business. My sister, Brooke, started to get irritable and wanted to go and relax, which was understandable because her stomach looked like it was about to pop. Once our mom
Pressing the buttons on the old oven till I hear it finally beep indicating that the timer has started. I go into the living room with my sister settling into the suede couch, putting my feet on the coffee table, trying to contain my excitement about the movie. Every once in awhile Brooke would make this noise, like a grunt almost. I just thought it was her reacting to the sounds of the slasher killing people one by one. The smell of the cookies were getting pretty intense, filling up the room with the smell. As I get up to check on them, Brooke suddenly clutches my arm and looks up at me saying, “Maggi, I think I’m in labor.” My whole body goes limp instead of my eyes that were wide open. My heart begins beating so loud that it’s all that I can hear. I start to panic saying a bunch of unrecognizable words and questions. In that moment, I realized that I need to make her more comfortable, to do that I needed to take my panic nature and put it down deep. I take a couple deep breaths and tell my sister to breath like “hehe-oo” repeatedly, since that’s the only knowledge I remember from the episode in Lost where she has a baby in the