Personal Narrative: True-Blue Pregnancy

“Pregnant” This is one word that cause pure panic and excitement all at the same time. In February of two thousand sixteen, I saw this word appear in a True-Blue pregnancy test in the Van Wert Hospital. I can still smell the sanitizer that lathered the bathroom floor. I was so excited that I was going to be a mother that I begin to feel warm tears douse my face. It wasn’t until September second that my life would dangerously change forever. “I define myself” This phrase gave me strength in knowing that even though everyone goes through hard times in their lives, it is up to them if they will let their hard times define them, or if they will choose to define themselves. At five o’clock on September second of two thousand sixteen, I would have …show more content…
The doctor decided to give me three different medications to begin my labor. Six hours later, my body was ready for me to start pushing After thirty-six hours of pushing on and off, I started to go into distress. I was instantly rushed into the operating room for an emergency caesarian. During the C-section, my body lost too much blood and I was instantly attached to machines to receive two blood transfusions. I remember feeling the cold bright red fluid flowing into my veins. At this point I was physically and emotionally drained. I was unable to hold my son because of all the complications that had occurred during surgery. I was not even the first person to hold my brand new baby boy. Because of this, I started to shut down because I felt as though I failed my son. This was the first time my mom me that my experiences do not define me, I define myself. I tried to believe her, but just when I thought I was going to begin my life with my new little boy, the “other shoe …show more content…
My surgery was only supposed to be an hour long, but it turned into a three-and-a-half-hour surgery. There was more damage than they originally thought. As my mother was anxiously waiting, she finally got the call that I was in recovery. While my mother was in recovery with me, she noticed my head was shaking. The nurse immediately escorted my mom out of the room and began connecting me to machines to figure out what was happening. After five days, my seizures were diagnosed as Psychogenetic Non-Epileptic Seizures. This diagnosis changed my life forever. My disorder causes me to lose all memory and motor skills after a seizure. It takes about five to ten days for myself to even remember my name. Although this disorder became the fuel to my inner fire. My mother has constantly told me that I define myself, this disorder does not define who I