On October 5, 2012, marked the arrival of my second child. It was around 2 a.m. when I started having symptoms of contractions. Given that this was my second child, you would think I would know that I was in labor but with my first child I was induced and didn 't have the chance to naturally feel everything on my own. Once the pains and tightening got stronger I knew it was time, and me being that person that waits till the last minute, I needed to pack my hospital bag. The time was now 3 a.m. and the contractions were so severe that I couldn 't even walk. So here I am trying to pack clothes and necessities to take wih me to the hospital while crying and taking a painful step every 5 seconds. Then, all of a sudden, I feel a gush and I yell to my husband " I think my water
The anticipation of the first born is filled with a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and pain. My pregnancy had been normal and healthy. I did not have any problems or concerns during my whole pregnancy. With my due date approaching, I expected the birth of my child would be the happiest time of my life. However, a serious of avoidable and unfortunate events caused by my doctor and nurses lead me to have a horrifying experience. I went through a nightmare before I could hold my little angel.
From that moment on, I decided I needed to find the courage inside me to step up and become a parent at such a young age. I had absolutely zero experience with babies. My family is small and not very close. Therefore, I was never around any babies or small children. One of the strongest fears I had was that I wouldn’t know what to do once the baby arrived.
Three days later I was discharged to come home with my mom and dad! It was my first time home on a sunny morning. My mom said I had a crib right next to their bed and that I would always try to climb out of it. She said that I had climbed out the one meter crib which was right next to their bed. She said that I would climb out to go sleep next to them. They had to make the crib longer in height. Coming home was probably the best thing for me as a baby. My parents feed me, dressed me, and did everything every parent should do for there child. My mom also says that my favorite food to eat was carrot, so that was the only thing I ate. I also turned orange from eating to much carrots, which I thought was really funny.
Before iI was adopted I was treated like crap. I was abused and was stuck in my room all the time. I could not come out. I was miserable.I would run away because I was afraid, but end up always getting caught by the police and put back in the home. I was put in several foster care home and several group homes the foster care homes treated me like another kid on the block . the group homes were nice they provided me with a place to live and a education my mom would come visit me once a month check on me and then live tell next visit
We saved a child from a life of hardship. Now he calls me “DAD”. This all started when I stood in line at a Wendy's, ordering my spicy chicken sandwich with a chili, and a Diet Coke. We both happened to notice the Dave Thomas poster promoting foster care. I looked at my spouse and commented, “What exactly is foster care?”. “I do not know”, she replied. That sent us on an epic quest that would change our lives forever.
The doctor and nurses started getting everything set up for the delivery of my baby girl. I was scared and in pain, I couldn 't stop crying because I was feeling everything! I was checked again and I was at 10 CM! Which meant it was time to have my first baby girl X mission point everyone was so excited! Me, not so much.
With tears in my eyes I kept questioning god why this had to be happening to me. The doctors explained to me that my baby got sick from being in my stomach so long after my water broke. I did not want to be away from her, every morning my trips to the NICU were the hardest. Seeing her with tubes, and all the stuff made me upset. But holding her was the most amazing feeling in the world.
For most of my life, I felt like a stranger to everyone around me, including my family. It shouldn’t have been shocking; I was adopted. I cannot pinpoint the exact moment I knew that, because in a way I always knew. I am an Asian-American from South Korea, and I was brought into this country on August 4th, 1999. My adoptive parents refer to this day as my “Gotcha Day.”
I was the happiest kid on earth. When arriving at the hospital, I jumped out of the car, and ran inside to see my family. My mom was back in a room, and I was not allowed to go back there. I sat in the lobby waiting for hours with my Grandma T, Grandma A, and Grandpa G. We found out she was going in to labor, waiting
Then 9 months later on February 16, 1999, at 3:10 am my precious son came out of my womb and placed on my chest. It was the most amazing experience ever, but also extremely exhausting thing ever! I was in the hospital for about another week till the doctor told me to go home, funny thing is that I got discharged on my birthday February 21, 1999, which I turned 16. At first, it felt like being a mother was easy, but in reality, it wasn 't because I also had to go to school plus he would always wake me up in the middle of the night, and be in an extreme of exhaustion. I started missing school more and more till I finally dropped out.
I still remember July 31, 2015 like it was yesterday. I was lying in bed at five in the morning, contemplating the day I had ahead of me on a warm summer morning. Hearing a knock on my bedroom door, my mom walked in and whispered that she was leaving for the hospital with my dad. All I could manage to do was hug her. My mom was scheduled to be induced to have my youngest brother, Andrew.
after giving birth to my son in 2011 I have been struggling with being overweight and just all around unhealthy. I 've gained in between 65-70 pounds durin my pregnancy of course it was from overindulging and not eating healthy. unfortunately, lack of the right nutrition/exercise it all caught up with me when I had my son. He was diagnosed with a heart defect and numerous of other major/minor things. he had to have opened heart surgery at two days old and another followed shortly after, plus all of the other things that were wrong as well. we pretty much lived at the hospital for the first three years of his life. he is now five years of age and is doing much better! so, with all of that being said, my focus after giving birth of course wasn
Becoming a Single Mother Becoming a single mother was one of the hardest things to do in my life. I was only nineteen years old and new to the world. I had just gotten out of a five year relationship when I met this guy on social media, a few weeks later we finally met in person. Fast-forward about four months later, I was still working as a manager at one of our local fast food restaurants and just wasn’t feeling the greatest. One of the employees suggested that I could be pregnant, I didn’t think that it was possible since I did my part and was on the Pill, and still currently taking it.