It was about 3:45 in the morning on a Sunday, where I found myself and my excited, wide-awake, good-looking boyfriend driving down a dark, eerie road to a hospital that was 61 miles away. Those 61 miles felt like light years to me I didn’t feel right all day today, I had a feeling deep down that my body was telling me that it was time. I was as nervous as I possibly could be, however, I had to remain completely calm because I could possibly be in labor and our first baby could arrive any time. So There I was, just Sitting there in that fast moving car, patiently waiting for the top of my big-ole belly to become super tight, tighter than a rubber band wrapped around your stomach 1000 times.…
Doctors of today have advanced tools and technology to look at an embryo and tell if it is healthy and ready for life. Many mothers experience complication in pregnancy that can lead to a child being born with disabilities. As stated in JUSTIFYING INFANTICIDE AND NON-VOLUNTARY EUTHANASIA By Peter Singer, infants can be born with “irreversible intellectual disabilities, will never be rational, self-conscious beings.” With the knowledge of the child’s health before birth it gives a morally difficult question to answer. Should the child be born?…
At eight months pregnant, I took an unfortunate fall. This landed me with a quick drive to the emergency room. Which in turn, set me in front of the person who would change my life forever. I was nineteen and petrified, the people closest to my heart could not calm my fears. My mind was racing; until, I saw a friendly face.…
As many of you know me, I am Carlos Moran. I am seventeen years old and I was born in Newark, New Jersey on February 22nd, 1999. A brief synopsis about my parents. My mom was born in the Dominican Republic and my father was born in Ecuador. Both have had jobs before they even turned 8 years old.…
These contractions were very real and very intense. My sister had me sit down and she began to time how far apart my contractions were. My family continued to rehearse as I sat on the concrete ledge, too afraid to move. My contractions were consistently ten minutes apart for the first hour. That is when my mother looked at me with fear in her eyes and said, “Everything will be okay sweetie.”…
On a beautiful Sunday afternoon in Westminster, Colorado, my parents Craig and Michelle Habben sat in Westminster Lutheran Church. Lyndsay, who was my cousin, was getting confirmed; my parents, along with the rest of my dad’s side of the family, sat and supported her. My mom Michelle had been experiencing some pain and discomfort all day, therefore, she didn’t get any sleep the night before. Once my mom noticed that she was having contractions five minutes apart, she knew for sure she was in labor with her second child.…
I would like to mention that this discussion was extremely hard for me to complete because this topic is really sensitive to me. I have suffered miscarriages in the past and recently delivered my son Nolan in November because Nolan passed away when I was 18 weeks pregnant. When a couple decides to have a baby, it is a life changing experience that can bring so much joy and happiness. However, it can also bring heartache and sadness if the parents lose the child or pregnancy.…
My attachment style dilemma I knew this day would come, where I would have to figure out what my attachment style is. The only problem, even after taking developmental psychology and reading the course books for this class, I’m still contemplating what my attachment style was growing up. Some of the issues I have come across are: time spent with parents, environmental factors, and attachment style change. Time with parents…
It was the end of my junior year rolling into my final year of high school. It was absolutely devastating. I thought my life was over until I saw her for the first time. Pregnancy is so beautiful and such a special aspect of life. “God’s purpose will always prevail”, this is a quote I always look up to, because I believe all things happen for a reason.…
I was 23 years old when my first child was born. For 41 weeks the changes my wife underwent in preparation for the biggest change of my life. I was about to become a father and I couldn't be any more excited about it. But, nothing prepared me for one of the most traumatic, yet beautiful moments in any parent's life... the birth of their child. Little did I know the mount of blood, sweat, tears, and poop that would leave my wife's body during the birth of my son; I might have reconsidered becoming a parent...…
I used to think that giving birth was overrated and believed that the emotional rollercoaster leading up the birth was insincere. In my opinion, giving birth had always seemed frightening, long and most of all painful. Surprisingly, my whole outlook on giving birth and its emotional impact changed when I gave birth to my first child, Joy. I remember the day as if it was yesterday, despite the fact that it took place almost nine years ago.…
During the first couple of days I didn’t know whether to curl up into a ball and cry or be happy and exhilarated. I was Seventeen, I didn’t know how to be happy about me having a fetus inside of me. “I have my whole life ahead of me, this can’t be real, why me?” I constantly asked myself while looking at the positive pregnancy…
Becoming a father was the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life. It is such a special feeling living for someone else and not just yourself, knowing that your sole duties in life are now to love, provide, teach, mentor, and discipline. 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.…
Becoming a mother is the most difficult and rewarding thing I have ever experienced in my life. Carrying a child in my womb for nine months and going through labor was something that was sometimes very hard. But once that was all over and I got to hold my new bundle of joy, a baby boy named Zeeden, it was all worth it. Early morning of March 29th, 2010, I woke up and had to run to the bathroom to puke. I don 't usually throw up.…
Walking out of the OB/GYN clinic, my head was swarming with questions. The doctor just recommended I terminate my pregnancy because I was at risk of uterine rupture. At 33 years old, I was pregnant for the third time. Making difficult decisions was not foreign to me. My first pregnancy was a long, difficult one, and here I was faced with another one.…