Personal Narrative-The Day I Became A Mom

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The Day I Became a Mom The day I became a mom will always remain one of the happiest, proudest, and probably scariest days of my life. The feelings I felt that day are almost indescribable because I don’t think I have ever felt so many emotions all at once, like I did that day. My pregnancy was long, filled with numerous complications. I honestly could not wait for my pregnancy to come to an end. But most of all, I couldn’t wait to finally meet my daughter. A quiet Saturday night, in mid-November, a little after ten, the room only dimly lit by the glow of my digital alarm clock, and I laid in bed staring at the ceiling in complete discomfort. The rest of the people in my house (my mom, gram, and aunt Gina) were already fast asleep, but I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Although I felt lousy, I decided not to wake anyone else up and continued to lay in my bed until morning broke. That night I tossed and turned most of the time and got very …show more content…
Up until the point of my water breaking, I enjoyed talking to him. Having him call almost made it feel like he was there with me. After my water broke and my contractions became unbearable I couldn’t talk on the phone anymore. I started doubting my ability to continue through this process and questioned my decision to decline the epidural. I told my mom I wasn’t sure I wanted to finish my labor in that much pain. I had bad back labor along with the contractions in my abdomen which prevented me from being able to find a comfortable position to lay in. I cried to my mom and begged her to get my doctor so that I could ask for an epidural. My doctor came in and told me that she sent the anesthesiologist home earlier because she thought I would be ok and wouldn’t require an epidural. She asked me if I was sure that’s what I wanted. Although my original plan didn’t involve any drugs, at that point I no longer felt like that plan was

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