My Brother Colton Gilliam His survival was a miracle. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, and he is very small due to his arrival 6 weeks early. When Colton was born, he had open heart surgery, because he had 3 holes in his heart. He also had bilateral hernia surgery which is needed when a hernia is developed in both the right and left sides of the groin. My brother, Colton Gilliam is 4 years old with Down Syndrome.…
My uncle Kevin was born on May 12th of 1965 in Happy Valley North Carolina. He played basketball and baseball for Hibriten High School. When he graduated he attended college at North Greenville University where we continued to play basketball. Kevin was the definition of tall dark and handsome back in his prime. Once he graduated college he began to drink a little more and put on a few extra pounds.…
Growing up in a family that did not communicate that much, I was not very close with my mother of father. My mom and I did tend to talk more but not about personal things in our life. Me and my dad however always fought. I have a few good memories with him (he loved teaching me how to make home made biscuits.) which I always enjoyed on those rare occasions he was in a good mood. But, 90% of the time we were fighting.…
My brother, Ben, was a short, chunky, little sixth grader. He had jeans shorts, a bright red short sleeve plaid shirt on, and a pair of black flip flops on. He loved to play outside. He would go on bike rides, ride his skateboard around, and just hang out with his friends outside. He would be outside from sun up to just before the sun set.…
My boyfriend of three years broke up with me; my heart was shattered like a mirror on the ground, cracked and pieces missing. I never thought that this would affect me so much. I couldn’t let everyone see how upset I was, so I hid my emotions behind a fake smile that no one ever knew existed. That is where all my problems started; something started to grow inside of me like an embryo of a new unborn child. Slowly but surely I sank into a dark abyss of depression.…
Babies are like bits of stardust blown from the hands of God -Barreto . One day I woke up got dressed, ate breakfast, and watched TV until it was the afternoon when my mom said, “ It’s time to go see the movie in the park.” We were excited, because we always go to the movies in the park. The movie was “Frozen”, so we were excited we set up our blanket and picnic basket. Then my sister and I went to go play in the park, until it got dark.…
I am the oldest child. I have two younger siblings who I love unconditionally, but life as the oldest child is not the picnic most people think it is. I know this probably sounds cliché, becoming who I am because of my siblings, but it is the truth without them I would not be the person I am today. When I was four years old my mother became pregnant with my sister. My sister, Madison was born seven months before I turned five.…
Growing up was somewhat tough for me, I have three older brothers wich means that along with the fact that I am the youngest of four, I am also the only girl. This may not seem like much, but the truth is that it has affected my life more than most people would expect. My brothers were known for being a bit rebellious, they were the type of boys that no teacher likes to have in their class and that one doesn’t dream about having next door. When I first started school it wasn’t that hard because none of them were in school with me, they were already in a different one…
My Birth Story Birth stories have a lasting impact on expectant mothers. Recognizing the influence of birth stories is a key component of informal communication of knowledge about childbirth for expectant mothers. The goals of the birth story interview and discussion are to provide an opportunity to explore the sharing of a birth story as a critical way of knowing within the family and community, and also to promote understanding of the prenatal period and taking-on of the parental role. The topic of storytelling is important to nurses and families, as it allows the integration of the nurses’ experiences into their future nursing practice, which may be invaluable in facilitating authentic and meaningful connections with their patients.…
It was a Saturday morning March 17, 1996 I was eight months in my mother’s tummy and my due date was in mid April. Uncle Benito had the crazy idea of going to the snow all because my mother had never seen the snow. My mother told me of a hill she sled down from, a great slope that didn’t leave her feeling to good “No me siento muy bien.” My uncle rushed her to Granada Hills Hospital on the morning of March 19, 1996; I was born seven pounds at eight minutes until eight.…
I documented the children and assessed them after I demonstrated the project first. I stood back and watched the children not talking to them and listened. They were talking among themselves and saying what they thought would happen next. Children would even say the things I did as I presented the project. After sometime I asked the children what they were doing to hear their responses.…
One More Day Growing up with four younger siblings, I always had many responsibilities, because my mother was a single mother and needed my help taking care of my younger siblings. I was responsible for making sure my youngest brother did his homework, while everyone else did their chores. I was also responible for getting my youngest brother and sister ready for church on Sundays, and some nights I was responsible for making dinner. Older sibling responsibilities were hard to handle and were very frustrating on some days. Luckily I had my wonderful sister, Destiny, to help me keep most of my responsibilities together.…
I always thought it would be the greatest thing ever when he left for college because I would be the only child, I wouldn’t get beat up and humiliated, and the entire basement would be mine. My parents are very relaxed people as in, they don’t necessarily care if my brother and I have friends over or anything like that. As long as we aren’t how drinking or doing…
“Mark, did you hear that?” I asked my older brother. “Go to sleep, it’s one in the morning!” Mark said. I closed my eyes but lied there perfectly still listening for the sound again.…
As a child, having rules to follow wasn’t unheard of with my family. There was always a way to behavior with friends/family, at school, at home and out in the street. Often I found myself getting into trouble because I didn 't listen and also the fact that I always found some kind of way to slipping out of having to doing something that I knew I was supposed to do. But out of all the people in my family my mom was the strictest. When expectations set high, not meaning them meant my siblings and I typical had a week long cleaning punishments along with handing over all toys, games, and light up sneakers; about three times a week this happened to me.…