Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome-Personal Narrative

The clock ticked by, it was 6:01 in the morning, and I kept looking at her, a look of pain was reflected on her face, sweaty and strained with the joy of anticipation. Her hands tugging hard at the bed sheet and the veins popping out on her neck were visible pulsating as she tried not to make noise, but I knew she was struggling to keep calm. How I wish I was in her spot, to feel what she was feeling; unfortunately, reality kept nudging me with my imagination being broken by the movement going around, people in and out of the room, preparing her, not me, for what was to come. My mother next to me praying, her coffee breath filling my nostrils. I was nervous, impatient, overly excited but at the same time a wave of melancholy was slowly invading me. This was the happiest day of my life, when all frustrations were forgotten and a new hope was born in a great new life. My nephew’s birth was exactly what I was needing since that cold February morning years back when I was given the news that I have polycystic ovarian syndrome and getting …show more content…
Since then to present day, the results have been futile. My dreams of becoming a mother were being put on hold, I wanted to feel like a “real” woman, how would I know how loving someone unconditionally felt like? How could I make my husband happy? Fortunately, that changed not too long after, and my depression took a turn up joy alley. My sister told me she was pregnant! I couldn’t help the tears that ran down my cheeks, tears of excitement, sadness, and of anticipation. Here was my sister telling me what I for so long wanted to hear. I went with her everywhere, to every single checkup and she granted me my wish to be with her during labor. At times I had to remind myself that this was her baby, but inside of me I was somehow experiencing what was like to be a “mommy to