True meaning of love It took thirty-eight weeks to accomplish the biggest, toughest, and most beautiful thing to ever experience in my life. I found out I was pregnant when I was twenty years old. It was a crazy experience through my whole pregnancy. I struggled in life growing up with drinking and I was in the process of getting sober when I found out I was pregnant. It was hard for me to make a decision on what I was going to do. I felt scared and did not know how I was going to take care of a baby; when I could not even take care of myself. At one point, during my pregnancy, I remember I was at risk for a miscarriage. I felt scared and worried. I received the most unexpected news that night. It was an emotional roller coaster; my birth
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This memory will always be special to me because it was the first time I experienced true love. I was waiting with anticipation in the bathroom for the results of the pregnancy test. I remember a million thoughts running through my head. How was I going to tell my mom? How am I going to take care of a baby? Is my boyfriend going to support me? When I was walking up to the sink, I could feel my feet dragging. When I picked up the test, it felt like I was picking up weights. I looked down and the test said positive. My stomach dropped to my knees, it took me a while to process it. All I could hear in my head was my mom telling how I messed up my future. I felt scared to tell my mom. I knew she would be disappointed in me. I was already dealing with a drinking problem and trying to get my life together. I was walking into my mom’s room and she was lying on her bed watching a movie. “I need to talk to you,” I said. “About what,” my mom replied. I felt like there was a frog in my throat, I could not seem to say what I wanted to say. I finally built …show more content…
I remember how nerve racking the drive to the hospital was. The whole car ride my legs were shaking. My boyfriend and I got to the hospital around ten o’clock at night. We checked in and they took me to my delivery room. The room was so big it had a t.v., couches, and two cribs carts for the babies. The nurse then came in the room and started to set me up with an IV. The nurse told me she needed to connect a baby monitor on my belly, to be able to monitor the baby’s heartbeat. She was unable to find the baby’s heartbeat and it started to worry her. I was so scared and I was not sure what was going on. They called the doctor to the room and the doctor was finally able to find the baby’s heartbeat. The doctor told me because my stomach was swollen, it made it hard to find the baby’s heartbeats. The doctor asked me what my birth plan was. I explained to the doctor that I wanted to have a natural labor. The doctor then started the ultrasound. It was crazy to see how developed the babies were, they were on top of each other. She then told me that baby A was breech. I did not know what that meant, I asked her what she meant by that. The doctor then told me that the baby would come out feet first, the doctor recommended we have a C-section, because the baby was at risk of being stuck and loosing oxygen. I started crying, I felt like they were taking a special experience from me. The doctor told my boyfriend and I
This memory will always be special to me because it was the first time I experienced true love. I was waiting with anticipation in the bathroom for the results of the pregnancy test. I remember a million thoughts running through my head. How was I going to tell my mom? How am I going to take care of a baby? Is my boyfriend going to support me? When I was walking up to the sink, I could feel my feet dragging. When I picked up the test, it felt like I was picking up weights. I looked down and the test said positive. My stomach dropped to my knees, it took me a while to process it. All I could hear in my head was my mom telling how I messed up my future. I felt scared to tell my mom. I knew she would be disappointed in me. I was already dealing with a drinking problem and trying to get my life together. I was walking into my mom’s room and she was lying on her bed watching a movie. “I need to talk to you,” I said. “About what,” my mom replied. I felt like there was a frog in my throat, I could not seem to say what I wanted to say. I finally built …show more content…
I remember how nerve racking the drive to the hospital was. The whole car ride my legs were shaking. My boyfriend and I got to the hospital around ten o’clock at night. We checked in and they took me to my delivery room. The room was so big it had a t.v., couches, and two cribs carts for the babies. The nurse then came in the room and started to set me up with an IV. The nurse told me she needed to connect a baby monitor on my belly, to be able to monitor the baby’s heartbeat. She was unable to find the baby’s heartbeat and it started to worry her. I was so scared and I was not sure what was going on. They called the doctor to the room and the doctor was finally able to find the baby’s heartbeat. The doctor told me because my stomach was swollen, it made it hard to find the baby’s heartbeats. The doctor asked me what my birth plan was. I explained to the doctor that I wanted to have a natural labor. The doctor then started the ultrasound. It was crazy to see how developed the babies were, they were on top of each other. She then told me that baby A was breech. I did not know what that meant, I asked her what she meant by that. The doctor then told me that the baby would come out feet first, the doctor recommended we have a C-section, because the baby was at risk of being stuck and loosing oxygen. I started crying, I felt like they were taking a special experience from me. The doctor told my boyfriend and I