Personal Narrative: The Birth Of My Son

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

Becoming a father in my life was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Living for someone else and not just yourself is a special feeling. Knowing that it is your sole duties in life are now to love, provide, teach, mentor, discipline and love some more. I always hear people say “ Im don 't think I 'm ready to be a parent.” and to be honest I do not think anyone is ready to be a parent. I can still remember like it was yesterday the day my son was born. The feelings leading up to the day he was born were the most nerve racking days of my life.

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.

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.

I knew exactly what my life was going to be like. It was right then, I had grown up. My purpose on this earth was to give birth to this beyond beautiful, Healthy baby boy and raise the best gentleman I possibly could. My heart is beating at a whole new beat and it beats for this little human being I am so blessed to call mine.

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

It was finally the day I got to see my mom after two whole months. She moved to Florida to find a house down there so I could move down with her. For two months it was basically misery. I have never been two weeks without her, let alone 2 months. I was heartbroken and she was too.

At the hospital, my mom laid in her bed, so worried. About an hour later, my mom was pronounced okay, and about a month later, she had a healthy baby boy. That day I learned to always expect the unexpected. We definitely didn 't expect this.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.”

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