Chantelle Lamb
Mr. Neuburger
ENG 101-132
4 September 2012
Narrative Essay
The Day That Changed My Life
January 13th 2012; the day my life changed dramatically. This was the day my beautiful son came into this crazy world. This is was definitely an adventurous day for me and the rest of my family. I wanted this day to come for the last 9 months. My due date was January 24th but my booger didn’t want to wait that long. I was very nervous but wanted to have my freedom back. For men who have no idea, it does get really tiring sharing your body with somebody else.
I woke up around 3:30AM because I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t know why. I was down stairs on the couch watching TV to try to fall asleep and relax. When I finally got up from the couch, there was a puddle of liquid on the couch. I was very pregnant and thought I had just peed myself because it has happened it the past, but the liquid didn’t smell like pee, it really didn’t smell like anything. I assumed my water had been leaking, and since this was my first pregnancy, I really had no idea. I was so excited because this was the day I could finally be free in my own body. I already had a suit case packed and ready to go because I knew I was going to have him anytime.
I felt so nasty because I really didn’t know what was going on, so I went upstairs to wake up Brett.
“Babe go back to bed, your water isn’t leaking.” he said
“Are you kidding, get up and let’s go!!” I snapped back at him
I was not happy because I was very tired and really wanted to get that baby out. I was trying to rush around and get everything in the car so we could go to the hospital. On the way there, I wanted to get something to eat because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to eat until after I had him, so we stopped at Kum & Go and got a Take 5 and a blue Powerade, the two things I craved the most when I was pregnant.
We got to St. Johns and walked to the fifth floor. I got checked in and they took my vital signs and weighed me. The triage nurse asked what was going on and I told her that I thought my water was leaking. They told me they were going to have to do a test to see if I was leaking amniotic fluid. They couldn’t get an accurate reading so they told me to go ahead and walk around the halls to see if the fluid will pool up so they can get an accurate answer on the test. Brett and I walked around for about an hour and then took the test again. I still couldn’t get an accurate reading on the test so the nurse informed us that they needed to do an ultra sound to see if there were still pockets of fluid around my baby.
The ultra sound technician came into my room and told me they were going to be taking pictures of the fluid. The ultra sound photos did indicate there were still pockets of fluid around my baby, but that wasn’t the only thing the ultra sound told us. My son was “head up” instead of “head down” like he was supposed to be. I found out I couldn’t have my baby naturally and was going to have a C-section.
After the nurse told me, I thought to myself, “That isn’t part of the plan.”
Being an eighteen year old girl I didn’t want a huge scar on my stomach that would never go away. Most would say that is selfish, but that was something that I worried about.
The nurse sent us home with discharge papers and told us that if I started having ten or more contractions in an hour to come back, but she also instructed me to call my doctor to tell him my son was breech. We headed on around five in the morning and I noticed St. George’s donut shop was open and had to stop and get donut holes because, after all that stress I deserved it. I went to sleep and woke up around noon. When I woke up, I called my doctor’s office to let them know the news I found out earlier that morning. I was standing in my bathroom looking in the mirror, while talking to my doctor’s office I noticed a rather large puddle on the floor and I was all wet. I knew then my water had completely broken and that meant we needed to go. I told my doctor my water just broke and he told me he would meet me at the hospital.
After having contractions every three minutes for about thirty minutes, I told Brett it was really time to go and this time was real. Of course, he had to shower and take his sweet time like he did that morning. The suit case was already in the car from the first trip we had made so I knew I didn’t have to worry about any of that.
Three hours of hard labor really paid off. At 3:17 PM my beautiful baby boy was finally here. I was in so much pain but it didn’t matter when I got to see his face. I had to have a C-section, so they had to stich me up before I got to hold him; Brett got to hold him first. The baby’s first cry made me tear up because it was the sweetest sound I had ever heard before. Braxen Lee Moore has changed my life for the better because he has made me mature. I didn’t really come from a family with discipline, so I had to have my own to make me realize I was headed down the wrong path really fast. January 13, 2012 was the day that changed my entire life, and I would never have it any other way.
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