She hit the nurse’s button, the nurse went in to the room, saw me then walked out and brought back crackers, a gown( for my mother to wear) and a Plastic bag (for my mom can put her dirty clothes in). My mom got dressed and called my grandmother to let her know what happened. She passed the phone to me “Dakota are you going to be okay?” my grandmother asked frantically. “No, I want you here grandma, I was feeling better with you here” I said crying. “I know you want to get a good sleep, and I’m sorry” My grandmother told me not to worry and she drove to the hospital to release my mom and stayed with me.
Late one Saturday night around 11:00 PM, I had just gotten home from a long shift in the ER, 36 hours long to be exact. My wife of three years, Alex, was in Destin, Florida having a girl’s weekend with several of her friends. This meant I could sleep peacefully until my next shift, which was in a little less than 24 hours. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out drooling like a baby in my nice tempurpedic bed; the one Alex insisted we buy when we got married. Thank goodness we bought it, because after 36 hours of being on my feet, sleeping on a $3,759 mattress doesn’t seem as ridiculous as it sounds.
I could hear the home phone ringing as climbed up the basement stairs, out of breath and sweating; I’d just gotten off the treadmill. It’s nearly 10:00pm, weird time to call, I thought. My parents were at some formal event at the country club. Maybe Dad got a flat on the way home. I answered the phone to hear my Aunt Susie’s voice: “Have you spoken to your grandmother today?” For the past several days, my grandmother had been sick with “a cold or something,” as my mother described it.
I responded in a sarcastic way well your dream is wrong I’m home and baby is still in my belly, and she started laughing says ok call me when you’re ready and she hangs up on me. Sure enough by 7am I couldn’t sleep I went to the bathroom noticed I was bleeding. I rushed to call my mom she says to me calm down is going to be ok. Make sure you shower and wear comfortable clothing and have the baby’s stuff ready to take to the hospital. At that moment I realized that I was about to really be someone’s mom at sixteen. By 2:19pm I became a mother it was the most wonderful experience I have ever had in my life that little angel crying was mine.
Millennials are not alone in the struggle as other generations struggle with them. Personally, I met this older lady Nell when I was at Walmart a couple of weeks ago. She was frail, pale with white hair, and deep-set eyes. I asked her age, and it was an astonishing 79 years old! She told me about the things that cause continuity in her situation, things like her husband dying, small social security support, and expensive taxes leaving her unable to afford the payments and upkeep for the home they lived in.
Afraid that someone might hear her shrieks, she locks herself in a room, puts a towel in her mouth and cries. When this is the pain in her heart, how would one ever understand what a rape victim goes through? Next morning, when she wakes up, she dress up like a princess, apply kohl round her eyes, puts on her favorite lip gloss and smile like she has never known what agony is. After all, she believes the only way to let the monsters not win is to tell them women are not afraid anymore! !
The hospice worker drove a 1997 Plymouth Voyager that she regularly complained about not being able to run properly for more than a week. She wore old worn out clothing and my grandmother claims she had never seen the woman wear jewelry before. It was evident that she was not wealthy. Although she could not afford a gift, the nurse in her benevolence, did not want to show up empty handed on Christmas Eve. I recognized the societal inequality and couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong.
I was scared and still did not fully understand what was going on. All I knew was that my mommy was not going to be home for a couple of days. It hurt not having her with me, because she had been there my whole life. My mother went in for a checkup a year after her breast cancer surgery and I went with her and my Grandma. My mother and Grandma were in the office for a couple of hours.
She told Jenn how much she loved him and asked Tara several times when she would see Tom again. It took every ounce of strength for Tara to refrain from telling Lilly what a horrible person Tom turned out to be. Rather, she complained of a headache and asked Lilly to sit softly in the back seat and take a script. Margie reached across the gear shift and squeezed Tara’s hand. While Jenn and Margie ordered dinner from the hotel café, Tara gave Lilly a bath and got her into pajamas.
Her sister was asleep beside of her and that night her mother gave them medication to make them sleep. He walked out the door and she begin to cry she was only 6 years old. Get up her mother screamed get up we have to eat breakfast and get ready for school. She could barely moved her mother pulled her arm and dragged her out of bed time to get ready what is wrong with you. She hurt in places but was told not to tell.