Personal Narrative: The Best Day Of My Life

I can still smell the smell, I can still hear the cries of life, and I can still remember the pain as if it was just yesterday. March 25, 2013 was the day my life changed. It was the day my first daughter was born Aliyah Rose Barrera, that day was the best day of my life. A day I would never forget. The long waiting game was finally over, the suspense of seeing how she was going to look, and if she was going to look like me or her father.

I started feeling a little different than normal, I felt as if she was coming soon. Little did I know I would soon get contractions. All I wanted to do was sleep, sleep, sleep. I told my boyfriend I felt like she may come sooner than we thought but he just brushed it off and said, “You’ve been saying that almost every night for the past week.” I started to believe he was right and did not say anything more about it. I decided I was going to go to my mother’s house to have some alone time with her, before I became a mother. I remember were on the couch talking about the baby’s hospital outfit, who would be in the room at the time of delivery, and what her middle name was going to be. My mom was just as excited as I was because it was her first grandchild. I’m glad that my mom was finally

Every five minutes my mom came to check to see if I was okay, I assured her I was fine, but I just felt weird. I don’t know how to explain how I felt so I’ll just say it was a weird feeling; I decided to take another shower in hopes of falling asleep. But I couldn’t I was uncomfortable, nothing was making me feel better. I decided I should tell my mom something didn’t feel right, she said “maybe the baby will come before the due date, if you feel pain, or your water breaks wake me up.” My mom decided to lie down in her room, but she didn’t want to go to sleep, because she had a feeling I may go into labor that