Personal Narrative: My Birth

I remember when my water bag broke; it was August 12, 1992, and the time was 12:15am.I was very excited that I would see my new baby on her due date. I did what the child birthing book recommended. I woke my husband up and told him to call the hospital. In the meantime I decided to take a shower. I was pretty calm because I didn't have any contractions. I wore my best maternity outfit and was spruced up compared to my husband. I even put on some perfume. You see, we had just gone to bed at 11:30 that night. My husband looked a little worse for wear. We got to the hospital and then were led into the maternity room. The room looked a little dingy with its yellow light and peeling paint. The hospital bed was small and narrow. I got scared,

I am sitting with the father of my baby in the doctor's office, to see how the baby is doing. I'm not sure what to expect but I don't know if it's good or bad news. So far I'm been feeling nervous and honestly prefer being anywhere but here. When the doctor comes I start hoping there's nothing wrong, and that the baby is perfectly fine. “We couldn't find a heartbeat” the doctor said, “This means you had a miscarriage”. I couldn't believe that I had a miscarriage. “This can't be happening I've been taking good care of myself" I thought how could this be possible if I was following what the doctor told me to do to keep the baby healthy. I couldn't stop crying, I kept blaming myself and how I should've taken better care of the baby and myself.

On January 3rd, 2008 a very cold winter day my water bag broke as I grab my bags and get ready to head to the hospital with so many mixed emotions happy,scared, sad and overwhelmed as we arrive at Cypress hospital in Houston,Tx at 9:30 am they quickly give us a room in the labor and delivery as we wait for our son to enter the world hours pass by and still nothing no baby almost 10 hours of waiting for our son his heart rate was dropping Dr.Castillo came in to inform us that I was needing an emergency c-section to get the baby out as soon as possible as we prepare to go into surgery a nurse walk in to give me anaesthesia and procedures that will happen during surgery I'm filled with so much nerves of the unknown praying my son comes out fine

At about 8:30 I had already dilated to 8 and man I was in a ride this whole time. I was in constant pain that I wanted it to stop and curl up into a ball and cry. It finally came around to have my son and it was the worse pain ever. It felt like having cramps but stronger, sharp and painful. As the time kept passing the pain would come and go and it started to come repeatedly and constantly. I saw nurses going in and out of the room telling each other that it was time and we needed the midwife. I thought to myself that doctor or not this baby is not waiting and I wanted him out. The midwife came just in time and we were set to have a baby. As I was pushing to have my son all the memories came to me form me wanting to give him up for adoption to changing my mind and raising my son. I guess when people say the best blind date is when a mother finally meets their child. I came back to reality and realized I just needed to push one more time and my son would be out. When I finally did, I heard him cry and the nurse cleaned him up before handing him to me. As she finished she finally laid him on my chest and I heard her say,

I had a huge duffel bag, and my hubby had a roller bag. I had insisted on packing everything we might possibly need—not just things for labor like a comfortable nightgown, sleep bras, CDs and heat pads, but also things to entertain us since induction could take a long time: I wanted the computer, movies to watch, books to read, snacks—anything I could think of that would make this experience a better one.We drove to the hospital. I remember walking in by the same doors I used to walk into for my checkups with the midwife group, and feeling like I was in a dream. The hustle and bustle of the day that I normally saw had given way to an eerie

Thankfully, I had my husband there to support me on our big day. Honestly, he was one of the biggest reasons why I was able to accomplish an unmedicated birth because I doubted

I asked my midwife to check me around two or three am, to which I was surprised to hear that I was at eight centimeters. I didn’t feel like things were changing that much and it worried me. The entire time I labored, my husband was right there squeezing my hips together to help alleviate the pain. This was amazing, as I swore so many times that my thighs were going to break off from my body. (Oh the pain you feel). The contractions were

My husband and I were terribly excited, but didn’t know what to do next there weren’t any contractions, and I wasn’t uncomfortable at all. So, we continued watching television for approximating 15 minutes. I finally said “Maybe we should call the phone a nurse service. The OB on call (who was NOT my regular OB) called back in about 10 minutes and told me to go to the ER-NOW. So, I laughed, packed my bag, and went to the hospital about 30 minutes away. I had one strong contraction while filling in the paperwork, but was still not really uncomfortable. I went straight to the hospital and was told the baby was going to come that night. The nurses had me hooked up to the monitors and would say, “You’re having a contraction.” And I’d say, “I am?” because I really didn’t feel anything. Then I took a deep breath and pushed down my baby with own power while I followed my body. Before my breath finished, my baby came sliding out of me. While I exhaled, I quietly said that he is born. They put my son into my arms even before cutting his

“I had been having contractions on and off for a week, then my water broke at 3 a.m. We grabbed our things, and the camera, and got into the car to

Hubby wanted to drop me off at the front of the hospital while he parked the car. I didn't want to be alone and the thought of him being away from me made me anxious. He was the one getting me through this and I didn't want anyone else helping me, so I went with him to park the car. I was in so much pain, we had to stop every few steps so I could let the contraction pass. They were coming in huge overwhelming waves. I couldn't talk or stand through them. We got into the ward and they offered me a wheelchair, I didn't want to use one but my legs almost gave out so I gave in. When I finally got on it, it was so awkward! I was sitting in this stupid wheel chair, having an extremely painful contraction. It felt like it was the slowest wheelchair ever

Since she had delivered the night before, we had to utilize a wheelchair to transport her to the NICU. On our long walk to the NICU, I asked my dad what NICU meant. He explained that it stood from Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. When he explained this to me, I was terrified by the big words and wondered if something was wrong with my baby sister. So when we arrived to the NICU check in center, I asked a nurse if my sister was okay. She had warm brown eyes, a gentle smile on her face and auburn hair that fell past her shoulders. She chuckled and told me that my beautiful baby sister was just fine, and that NICU was just a fancy name for where they kept all the babies. I breathed a sigh of

Knew my other mom hadn't told her and just knew her reaction was going to be priceless. It seemed funny to me and my sister because our mom was still a little hung over from the night before so she was in a panic. We laughed, it seemed to ease the pain from the contractions. My sister walked me around our apartments, ran me a hot bath and rubbed my back. Once contractions became unbearable we left for the hospital. Unknowingly I had labored at home for 14 hours and still had 7 more to go. Didn’t want any drugs because I wanted to try the “ Natural

In the early morning of January 5th 2016, I awoke to my wife of six months, Scarlett, complaining of abdominal pain. I thought it was more pregnancy pains that she had experienced for the previous five months. Then, she told me that she believed they 89were contractions and she had been timing their intervals and we needed to get to the hospital. My initial thoughts were frantic; cs it's much too soon, it's two months early. After my initial worries were addressed in my mind, I began to run the logistics of getting to the hospital. We were in Straelen, a small village in northwest Germany with no reliable transportation, and Scarlett certaintly could not make the bike ride to the next town with a hospital. I went outside and began asking strangers to take me and my wife over to Geldern. No one would oblige my

Birth is probably the most fragile part of a human’s life. We emerge from our mothers wombs, desperate for air and struggling to reach the frigid outer world. Unaware of what lays forward, we strain with our still underdeveloped bodies towards that unknown. When we finally reach it, we shriek with the entire force of our tiny lungs, screaming that we are born, screaming that we are finally alive. However, not all births go this smoothly. Some are born with their throat sealed, refusing to open until it is forced to. Some are born not alive at all-- and some can’t survive their own struggle. My mother went into labor on August 24th, a week after her due date. Her cervix had actually been “sealed” due to the fact that she had cervical cancer when she was in her 20’s, and had kept me and my sister in longer than expected. My father, not the best of husbands or parents, had refused to drive her to the hospital. Thankfully, my mother called her grandmother, who demanded that he had better bring her to the hospital, before she had to herself. My father still weaseled his way out of it by sitting in the passenger seat the entire time. My mother wasn’t in labor for long, and at 7:45 pm my sister squirmed out. There was complications with my own birth-- for 11 minutes, I refused to exit my mother. She claimed that I had been sticking my hand out first and “waving” at the doctors, which most likely

I delivered a week earlier than my actual due date which was January 17 2017. I delivered on January 10th 2017 at 4:24 am to a handsome baby boy that weighed 6lbs 9ozs and 17 inches long. He was perfect the most handsome thing I have seen in my life. My labor when pretty easy I was actually peeing when my water broke so it wasn’t a mess. I didn’t really over exaggerate I was kind of under exaggerating I was just laying down watching movies I even took a shower. I didn’t feel my contractions until I was 7 centimeters after that I got an epidural and went to sleep until I was crowning. Nothing about being a parent hit me until I had to push. While I was pushing I was making jokes like crazy I guess it was because I was getting really impatient. Sooner than later here he was my amazing perfect son who I names Asiah Joseph Morgan.