Personal Narrative: My Baby And My First Baby

It was about 3:45 in the morning on a Sunday, where I found myself and my excited, wide-awake, good-looking boyfriend driving down a dark, eerie road to a hospital that was 61 miles away. Those 61 miles felt like light years to me I didn’t feel right all day today, I had a feeling deep down that my body was telling me that it was time. I was as nervous as I possibly could be, however, I had to remain completely calm because I could possibly be in labor and our first baby could arrive any time.
So There I was, just Sitting there in that fast moving car, patiently waiting for the top of my big-ole belly to become super tight, tighter than a rubber band wrapped around your stomach 1000 times. Along with the rubber band effect on the top of my belly, there was the feeling that a construction was takin their jackhammer and used it at the lower end …show more content…
As we walk in to the Emergency section of the hospital, the building seemed to have a lot of new construction done to the outside. The siding of the building was as shiny as a new piece of tinfoil. As appealing as the outside of the hospital was, the registration area was not so appealing. The scene was one from a horror movie, where someone would be locked in a 5X5 room that seemed to be a torture chamber. The walls felt like you were in a tin can, claustrophobic and only one way out. the lights were super dim, despite one bulb that had a constant flicker, the quietness of the room also made you very cautious and alert.
Finally out of that dungeon and into the labor and delivery section of the hospital. First walking into the room, there is a sudden sigh of relief because the room is so inviting. The room had to of been a 30X30 room with chestnut colored walls, a big flat screen tv, a large hospital bed, a sage green pull out sofa and a beautiful rich mocha colored hardwood floor and a bath that had so much room you could fit 3 mini vans inside of