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Postpartum depression investigation
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“What’s going on?” Rebecca yelled at the doctors who were helping her daughter giving birth. “Push Jill, the baby will die if you don’t. Come on!” The doctor and his nurses were around Jill. All of them stood there terrified already knowing the outcome of the situation. Jill felt that her bones were breaking into tiny little pieces; her strength weaken and Jill couldn’t help it but to close her eyes. *** She was looking at the wall while lying on her bed. The bed was not big but it was big enough for her. The bedroom was cold and her blanket covered her cold feet. Everyday, Rebecca would pick her granddaughter up form school, fed her, and laid her on her bed. This time she looked at the wall, like an artist contemplates her masterpiece after
Far back, in the midst of a time when the world was very young, there lived a princess named Lucille and a bunny named Fluffy. Lucille was a beautiful girl with chocolate brown hair, and eyes as blue as the sweet summer sky. Fluffy was as white as snowflakes and as soft as clouds. He offered plenty of razzmatazz but little manners. They lived together in a tall castle, covered in green vines and grey cobblestone, hidden in the dense forest filled with animals and nature.
Everything was going great at Oakville farm, I mean everything was normal and okay how it should be if you don’t count that the fact Donna came home late last night. She came home around two or three o’clock in the morning when it was pitch black outside, and believe me this isn’t the first time it ever happened either, maybe it’s not that big of a deal to you but to me it is, Donna here is the farmer’s daughter. While Mr. Salem is away she’s the one in charge of us,and because she’s the one in charge of us we haven't eaten in two days! Mr. Salem always made sure we were cared for, and was handled with love but , Donna on the other hand she just doesn’t care. There’s a lot of us here on the farm, we have a variety of animals here like horses,
Her mother had died after being hit by a reckless driver. Alice, a fifteen-year old, African-American girl, was now without her natural and most influential guide on how to cope with the powerful transition from girl to lady.
When Betsy learned of this pregnancy, she spontaneously bought a little baby jumper. Bud reacted negatively to the news. He thought only of how a child could disrupt their career plans on the eve of their first big break. When Bud left for several days to attend a friend's wedding, Betsy dutifully took care of the problem with an abortion. She told Bud only that she had "lost" the child.
Very early in the story, the narrator comments toward the uneasy yellow papered walls. She is beginning to enjoy the mansion where they are currently residing, but seems...
In act 5, scene 2 of “The Taming of the Shrew,” Kate Minola is ordered by Petruchio to reprimand her sister and friend. Doing as she is told, Kate gives a speech on how a wife should behave, leaving the audience to wonder if she was being sarcastic, or if she has finally been “tamed.” As a student who has seen the play, I believe this scene was meant to be perceived as sarcastic. The expressions of the actors, along with the witty lines produced by Shakespeare, makes me think that the last monologue had an underlying
I’m Freda Josephine Baker born to Carrie McDonald and Eddie Carson on June 3rd, 1906, in St. Louis, Missouri, but most of you may know me as Josephine Baker. At the age of 12 I dropped out of school to become an entertainer, yes yes, I remember it like it was yesterday, I was young and ready to become a star. I grew up cleaning houses and babysitting for white families, and they always reminded me “be sure not to kiss the baby”. When I was 13, I got a waitressing job at the Chauffeur’s Club, which was where I met my first husband, our marriage was very brief; I had never hesitated to leave anyone, never depended on any man for anything, that’s for sure.
The memory of my brother will forever live on. This glove is his spirit and I will be damned if something happened to it. It still to this day amazes me how intelligent this boy was. The fact that he was younger and was more educated than me show the potential he truly had. And old Stradlater had the nerve to not appreciate my paper on his glove. That glove is the most precious memory I have of old Allie. It reminded me of his contagious laugh and smile that could rub off on any old phony. He had a sense a pleasing everyone around him with joy and happiness and it truly angers me greatly to see him taken from me.
Gasping. Fresh air fills Donnie’s lungs. Searingly cold. Donnie opened his eyes, a blinding white room occupies his vision. Again.
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
As she gets ready to face the battle field she fastens her armour and shield knowing how tough the world is to her she’s still trying to avoid the fear, yet she walks like an army shoulders up, head high and ego strong, but then it hits her hard that she is only just one solider, one that would do anything to get out of that mess. Is it because of the way she dresses? She prays that the world becomes more accepting when her infant and 2 year old daughter is grown. They claim she is oppressed but they commit the oppressing towards her. Can you still not see the emotions on her face or does the cloth on her head make you visionless to her identity? After all she is just a human being, her hijab is her protection, Dina is a soldier who has suffers the scars of an emotional war.
“Get the doc now!” Mother shrieked. Bump, crash, bang, the stretcher carried my lifeless body down a populous hall. “Get and I-V now! Heart beats are slowing, we may need resuscitation, get me the shocks now!” “Oh my lord, no please don’t take my boy lord! Not now…” My mom snuffled. *Whimpers and cries”
The version of childbirth that we’re used to is propagated by television and movies. A woman, huge with child, is rushed to the hospital when her water breaks. She is ushered into a delivery room and her husband hovers helplessly as nurses hook her up to IVs and monitors. The woman writhes in pain and demands relief from the painful contractions. Narcotic drugs are administered through her IV to dull the pain, or an epidural is inserted into the woman’s spine so that she cannot feel anything below her waist. When the baby is ready to be born, the doctor arrives dressed in surgical garb. The husband, nurses and doctor become a cheerleading squad, urging the woman to, “Push!” Moments later, a pink, screaming newborn is lifted up for the world to see. Variations on this theme include the cesarean section, where the woman is wheeled to the operating room where her doctors remove the baby through an incision in her abdomen.
The narrator's detailed description of the wallpaper makes the reader understand the woman is well educated and has a keen eye for detail. The wallpaper evokes an emotional response from her, such as her statement, "It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study . . . " (793).
A newlywed couple is expecting their first child. In her seventh month of pregnancy, the mother is driving to her doctor’s appointment. All of the sudden, she is hit on the driver’s side. She is unconscious and quickly rushed to the hospital. The doctor examines her; her placenta is ruptured. The doctor contacts the father for consent of the emergency caesarean section since the mother is incapacitated. The mother and child are in fatal danger if the doctor does not move quickly. The father consents to the surgery. Once the father arrives at the hospital, he is not allowed in the operating room. As he waits, the doctor comes out and tells him of his child’s birth. However, there were complications, so the child was in the Neonatal Intensive