This place, it smells like synthetic clean death. The feelings of worry and sadness fill the room of others that sat waiting, waiting, and waiting. What is going on beyond those doors? No one knows in this terrifying waiting room. Is my mom okay? That is the real question. On July 13th, 2012, I got a call from my dad, telling me I need to be ready when he gets to the house. I kept asking ‘why? What’s going on?’ he tells me not to worry, he will tell me when he gets there. He hangs up, my sister, Kaylea, and I start to worry. What could it be? There’s a possibility it could be mom, but that is farfetched, she is not due for another few weeks. My sister and I start crying, worrying what it could be. My dad pulls in and before we …show more content…
There are others in the room with me. A girl with crazy colored hair sitting a few seats down, I cannot help stare. An old couple sat across the room, watching the news. Nothing interesting was being talked about. The nurse directs us to the maternity part of the hospital. A few minutes later, my grandma comes rushing in. “Is everything okay? Have you heard any news?” she asks. I could tell she was terrified. “I have to go to the bathroom” I tell my grandma. I could not talk to anyone. I make my way to find a bathroom, slowly. The hallways had just as much personality as the rest of the hospital, which was little to none. I look above me, at the ceiling, it looks like the ceilings at school which is kind of comforting. I look below me at the floor. They are so shiny, I think I can see myself in them. Boy do I look like a mess. I start to come back to my senses and realize where I am at. I pass a huge glass case full of pictures taken when the hospital was first opened. I stop to take a look. The nurse’s uniform was the long blue dresses with a white apron over it and the old style hat. The staff is either deceased or rocking their late nineties. I stop looking because I see the restrooms in the near distance. I push the door open with all of the body weight I can give, I feel weak. I look in the mirror and splash water in my face. I pull myself back together and walk out with a smile on my face. I sit next to my grandma and …show more content…
My parents did not want anyone in the family to know the sex of my brother until he was born, so Kaylea and I got to go see them first since we were the only ones to know. I was just thankful that us going back to see them meant everything went okay. We finally reached the door, it was grey just like the rest of the doors in the hospital. When I entered the room, I immediately realized why people bring flowers to put in the room. This room was lifeless, besides where my brother was laying. He was beautiful and the room was full of tears. My mom was so thankful it was over and my dad was just happy to finally see my brother, Rylan after nine long months. After Kaylea and I got to hold Rylan for the first time, we came out to the rest of the family with our ‘I love my little brother’ shirts to show everyone it was a boy. One by one we took our family members to my mom’s room, they all gleamed with joy with tears running down their faces. My grandpa, a strong and hardworking man, started to cry. None of us has ever seen him cry before, which made us cry even more. My brother was a blessing to everyone. Once everyone left, the nurse told us Rylan was abnormally cold so they had to take him to the NICU, neonatal intensive care unit, to treat him so he could go home as scheduled. Everyone was nervous, having a baby in NICU was not the best thing. My mom just wanted to sleep, her eyes had black rings around them and she could