Unplugged It was a beautiful day in June; a perfect 72 degrees. The sun was beating down ever so softly on my face, the birds singing along to the tune in my heart. I had my hair down, just blowing in the breeze. I had the sunroof open; crushing along, jamming out with Taylor Swift. I was on my way to the mall to have a couple shirts made. My husband and I just found out we are expecting a little boy. A day we thought would never come. We hadn 't told our parents yet because we wanted to wait until the first trimester was over. With our history we did not want to speak too soon. Now that we had conformation that our son is perfectly healthy, we were ready to let the world know. I enter the large two story mall, walking around; …show more content…
Did I smell cigarette smoke so strong before? It is a horrid smell. I continue along, passing the play area. I stop and imagine my husband and I playing with our son. I see a sight that concerns me though, all of these precious children hollering for their parents, they aren 't even glancing up? A little curly haired blonde twirling, yelling “Mommy! Look how fast I can spin!” Why isn’t she looking up? I watch as the little curly haired girls’ shoulders slump and she gives up. My heart is shattered. I had to walk away. As I am walking through the mall I can 't help but notice how many people are on their phones. What can be so important on there? It is not going to kill them to unplug for a moment to enjoy this glorious day. Why aren 't they enjoying it? Unpluggedphobia I thought, they are so scared to unplug for a moment. I wonder if that is a real condition. I plan to research it when I get home, but not now, now I am enjoying the butterfly feeling of my son doing cartwheels in my belly. It is the best feeling I 've ever felt. I continue on looking for a t-shirt shop. Finally, it would be at the end of the mall! Henry 's shirt shop. I browse for a …show more content…
I 'm speeding south on highway 178 when a red sports car comes racing up behind me. She keeps getting very close and then backs off. "What in the world is her problem?" I thought. "I am doing 5 over the speed limit. Surely that is enough?!" She must belong to the unpluggedphobia category I made up earlier. I laugh to myself, what a silly word. I can 't wait to tell my husband about it. He always nags me about being on my phone. I put my right hand blinker and veer over into the slow lane. As she speeds past me, I see both hands on her phone and her knees holding the wheel! My blood starts to boil. How can someone be so selfish? What on earth could be so important to risk the life of yourself and others? At the next red light I pull up beside her, honk the horn and she glances up for just a moment. She is clearly embarrassed; her pretty green eyes become as large as soft balls! Her pale complexion turns as red as a cherry. She then lays her phone down and she smiles at me. She does not look my way again. Off we go, about 5 miles down the road I pass through the intersection of line road and Orchard Street when I see the little red sports car again. This time she is going miles under the speed limit. She is swerving, from the white line to the yellow and back again. Oh no is she really at it again? I think to myself, "Should I call 911?" I can 't help but to think of my little one swimming around in my stomach. I would
I cuddled my baby as close to my chest as possible, whipped the streaks of tears from his cheeks, and kissed his peach fuzz forehead. I started to hum a lullaby while rocking him in my arms. I had gotten so caught up in the moment, that before I knew it, he was fast asleep.
Waiting on those two little pink lines was like waiting on honey to be pour on a cold January morning. I received a text that changed my life forever; my best friend since middle school just told me she might be pregnant! My first thought was how she could be so stupid then panic set in what in the world was she going to do, however the main thought was she was not the mother type. My friend was like a tombstone, she could be cold, ruff, and hardheaded. She never really took the best care of herself either if it require physical, mental, emotional work then it was not for her. The weeks seemed to blur together waiting for her doctor’s appointment to confirm my worst fear. The doctor walked in with a big smile on his face he said “ congratulations you’re going to be a mom” My friend's face fell we walked out of the doctor’s office in a daze; I had to be the one to ask the hard question of what in the world are you going to do? My friend stared at me and gave an answer I least expected she said, “I’m going to have this baby despite all odds. The night after the doctor's appointment she called to tell me she and her boyfriend broke up and she was going to need me more now than ever. I ask why they break up. She told me that he told her that he was not ready to give up his life for some little baby that would require it to be put first, and he wasn’t about to give up the lime l...
It started off as most of the visits do, with case studies and office work, but what I didn’t know was that the social worker I was meant to be with was running late, and we were only burning time, in a way. Once my worker arrived she said the words I had been waiting to hear for the past month and a half “would you like to go on a visit?” At this very moment I think my face must have looked like a child who was just told they could have ice cream for dinner. As we drove up to the mountain, I was briefed on the foster home we were visiting as well as the family whose children were in care. We also talked about one other visit she had planned, that had fallen though; this one was to take place at a maternity house. As soon as we knocked on the door an older woman and the sounds of a jumping, giggling, little baby boy greeted us. We sat and discussed his growth, health, and overall wellbeing, while playing with the little man. While clumsy and falling often, he was just leaning to walk and his foster parents couldn’t be more proud. On the way back down the mountain I was told more about his time with this family, as well as his older siblings. It was an amazing thing to see, and I’m so grateful I was able to witness this particular
She was driving extremely slow, at least ten miles under the speed limit. All of the cars around us grew angry and annoyed, as they started honking their horns at us. As she poked along, Hunter found it necissary to finally mention the fact that she did not have a license. I started to become unsettled inside, but kept silent, since we were almost to our destination. To my disbelief though, as she was about to make a left- hand turn to go into a shopping center, an annoyed car tries to go around Maisy. That would have been fine and dandy if it wasn’t for them choosing the wrong lane to do so. Instead of using the correct lane, they used the lane to the left of us with oncoming traffic. As I watched in horror, the irritated car and the totally unsuspecting car, collided into each other. The vehicles started to spin out of control, which caused one to hit the front of my car and smash it
Pregnancy can be an exciting and sometimes frightening experience for many women. It was a snowy Sunday afternoon, and I was not feeling very well. I remember all week long, every morning I felt nauseated. I was craving odd foods, and foods I normally would not eat together. I was on the phone with my best friend explaining to her how I was feeling. She said “It sounds like you are pregnant.” That thought never even crossed my mind until that moment. Sure enough she was right, I was pregnant for the first time. I was excited to have a baby and never realized how many emotions or complications can take place during a pregnancy. Everybody that I knew that had babies, had such wonderful experiences. Unfortunately, this happy moment became such a monumental, emotional and stressful time in my life. During my pregnancy, I went through many emotional experiences from almost losing my child, to the uncertainty of a birth defect and early delivery.
It was August 25, 2006 and I just received the news that I was going to have a baby. At that moment so many thoughts ran through my mind. I was extremely nervous and terr...
Here comes the other car zooming across the street like he in the Fast and Furious. I see him, and I know there is nothing that can be done to prevent this. I turn my wheel to try my best to avoid the hit, but that plan was unsuccessful. Boom, the cars hit. Glass cracking and flying in and outside of the car. The sound of tires skiing across the payment being heard from blocks away. Drinks and food splashing all over us and the car. The car looked like a cafeteria after a food fight. The other car sliding across the pavement, and my car just sitting in the middle of the road. Just stuck there cannot move. There we was laid out in the car, soaking wet, and freezing. Tears rolling down both of our faces. Thinking to ourselves did this just really happen. All of sudden this young white male high schooler jumps out the car yelling, “Oh shit! Oh Shit! I done killed somebody.” Pacing back and forth from his car to our car like a nervous kid getting his ACT
A new year had just arrived. I can still picture January in my mind, the mood was sullen and dark, I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but now I know that was the best feeling I‘d ever had. I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best. Then, I realized there was an obstacle in my way. I knew I needed to make a decision on whether or not keeping my pregnancy, it sounds rough, but it was definitive. I did not want to miss school, so I was definitely not taking this to the last term. I just could not think of myself being prostrated in bed for so long, as an impediment to start school. Never, nothing would make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
A precautious individual, I began to pedal at a slightly increased rate. Still I didn't feel as though I was in any real danger, until the car flew past me, grazing my arm. An excessant shriek erupted from the car as it grinded to a halt at the coming stop sign. Then, to my greatest horror the white lights on the rear of the car ignited......the car was going in reverse.
I left my house that morning feeling happy and refreshed from my morning shower. My son, Adrian, was only three years old and he was excited to go to the store on this particular morning. I strapped him into his car seat, jumped in the driver's side, and off we went. I arrived at the store and right away found my favorite parking space. I felt
At the time, my wife Jeanne was pregnant with our soon-to-be daughter Tahlyn. We had waited eight long months for her to arrive, and finally her due date was getting closer and closer. The excitement grew stronger as the days went by.
I told my boyfriend who was the captain of our football team three weeks after I found out, about the pregnancy. ?What?? He yelled out in surprise, with his six feet four inches, two hundred and ten pounds body shaking from fear. ?We can work through this baby? I told him, trying to soothe his spirit. I remembered Jake and I always being happy, we were the perfect couple. I thought I knew him but with the condition I was in he proved me wrong. ?I love you and with this love we will conquer anything that becomes an obstacle,? he once told me. This situation on the other hand was different. He had dreams, and with so much potential, the last thing Jak...
Excruciatingly long, cold hours in St. David's Hospital seemed to melt away at exactly 10:00 in the morning when my little brother, Alvand Kia Moini, was finally born. Nervous and jittery, I recall holding him for the first time and being the first person to ever see his beautiful brown eyes open to the world. Whenever asked about the best day of my life, I always recount this story.
Up until March 5th of 2009, I had been an only child. Many big changes occurred in my life the year prior to the birth of my new brother. My mom became remarried, we moved to a bigger house down the same street, and there was talk of a new baby in the future. The remarriage was a small celebration held at a quaint location on a chilly fall night, a night you would rather be snuggled up on the couch with warm, fuzzy blankets drinking from a mug of hot cocoa. The move was a breeze, as I can just about see the old house through the tall maple trees from the new. I carried whatever I could back and forth, running quickly back down the street to grab more. The excitement of a new house chasing me to and from. Lastly, the talk of a sibling. I wasn’t sure what to think. The thought of a sister excited me, but a brother not so much. I wanted to share my dolls and dress up, not have to play with mud and trucks. Despite my wants, I had a feeling it was going to be a boy. The day of the ultrasound, I made a bet with my step-dad the baby would be a boy. After, I was a dollar richer and a sister of a brother to be. Having to wait a few more months to meet the little guy would be torture, as the anticipation was killing me slowly. I may not have been ready for the changes made and the ones to come, but I took them like a champ.
As I pull up to the stop sign, I look right then left. There is a car in the distance but there is plenty of time to pull out into the road. As I pull out, I notice the car that seemed to be far away has sped up and is now right on my bumper. I slam on my brakes to piss off the driver behind me. I can tell this infuriated him. The driver holds up his middle finger, muttering something that I cannot understand. The driver then whips in front of me, almost running me off the road. As we approach another stop sign, the driver gets out of his car and walks over to mine. I get out of my vehicle and we begin to yell. The next thing I know, we are in an all out fistfight!