We received the news at around midnight. It was my uncle, calling in to deliver the announcement - Logan, my cousin, was born. In any other situation we would have been smiling, rejoicing, even, upon this new life that had entered the world. And in a way, we were, but silently. Logan’s birth at this time was not what we had hoped for, or even expected. He was born 2 months premature, weighing about three pounds. When I first visited him in the hospital, I could see tears collecting in my mother’s eyes. To be honest, my heart broke also, to see something so small, connected to a countless number of wires and trapped in a tiny incubator with a strange purple light glowing on him. It was something I thought I’d never see, and something I never …show more content…
Our family didn’t know what to do, or what to say, especially when the doctor called my aunt with more bad news - Logan had suffered from a stroke in the brain. This meant that at any time, his vital organs could shut down and one of his bodily functions could be permanently damaged, or even worse, he could pass away without even having seen the world outside his incubator. At times like this, we knew that the last thing we could resort to was our best bet - hope. It seemed like we were falling apart at first. I could no longer sleep through one full night because I was up thinking about all the possibilities. Of course, my aunt was under the most stress. We were all sitting in the hospital room, avoiding conversation, afraid to say anything aside from the necessary. I had never felt so much gloom in one room before. Just when my parents, my brother, and I were about to leave for the day, my aunt spoke up for the first time in at least a few days. She only said a single word, and that was enough for our family to be sewn up into place. The word lit up the room and placed a strange but reassuring feeling in everyone. The word was the single most powerful word I had heard in a very long time. The word
That thing in the Dumpster--and he refused to call it human, let alone a baby--was nobody's business but his and China's. That's what he'd told his attorney, Mrs. Teagues, and his mother and her boyfriend, and he'd told them over and over again: I didn't do anything wrong. Even if it was alive, and it was, he knew in his heart that it was, even before the state prosecutor presented evidence of blunt-force trauma and death by asphyxiation and exposure, it didn't matter, or shouldn't have mattered. There was no baby in the room. There was nothing but a mistake, a mistake clothed in blood and mucus.
There once was a water droplet named Raine, she was thousands of years old. Her routine consisted of going through the water cycle, she got to see new things each day and explore. Sometimes she ended up in the same place, but most of the time she got to see new things. In this story you are going to hear about one day when Raine went to Fruitvale.
…The infant had been born with anencephaly, or lack of cranial development. The infant’s skull was an open sore that the nurses packed and layered with gauze to give his face a round appearance. Because of lack of cerebral hemispheres, the infant was incapable of any conscious activity. After his birth, the infant was admitted to the neonatal intensive care unit and placed in a bassinet. He was reported to be kicking and breathing, and his ...
The swings creaked on the ice as Joe Bennett sat on one lonely swing dressed in black. Cold fingers ran to his mother's locket. His Mother Elizbeth Bennett's death crushed him like it crushed her. A man called in sick that day at the mines. He called she filled in for him and that was it. He couldn’t understand why it had to be her.
Bennett was a boy who lived in Scottsdale, Arizona he was 16 and lived with his father Evan. He had curly brown hair, green eyes with very tan skin he was often confused for a light skin. He was very attractive and tall he looked just like his dad. Victoria was the name of Bennett’s mother. She had beautiful deep green eye’s that he also had from her. Evan’s wife died in a car accident when Bennett was five . After the crash, he was rushed to the hospital and his mother was declared dead then and their. It was a horrifying moment for Bennett. On his left leg there was a scar from the accident caused by the glass that had broken off of the windows. When he recently moved from Austin,Texas he was in middle school, but now he was a sophomore at
couldn't do anything about it. Then, I saw my aunt rising from her chair to get
That night the neighborhood was alive with music and lights, "that party would be talked about for a while" thought Jerome. Everything was perfect, he had the best costume, didn't feel sick, and he was pretty popular that night. Then it all went downhill, he was talking to his friend and didn't notice when a stranger walked by and put a pill in his drink. The next thing he knew he woke up locked inside an asylum, still dressed in his 80's themed costume(disco pants, sneakers, Afro and rainbow leg warmers). If you thought he could just go out the window, you thought wrong, 4 stories up inside a locked room. Knowing he could get out through the the door or the window he looked for another way out, finding a piece of paper with the words "lay on the bed and
It took me a long time to fall asleep that night. But before I fell asleep I decided to talk to my Grandma about it. The next day I went over to her house and asked her about it. Immediately she changed the subject asking, how my day was going and so on. She offered me juice and cookies. After I was done, I went home wondering why she wouldn’t tell me. After that day I just forgot about the whole thing.
parents had just left for vacation to Texas, leaving her home by herself. I was
blame, but I didn’t know how the therapist would interpret it. It was a series of panicking
thing, with all of that noise. I lit another candle to carry with me downstairs, and opened up my
spread like wildfire since they were such a large family crammed into a small, musty
... his uncle would still be alive, and he would still have a best friend.
It was a Sunday morning. We got the call from the convalescent home. I went up with my mother and brother. As I walked in, I remember seeing him in the bed. He just looked so peaceful; it was the best thing that could have happened. Even so, death is terrible no matter what the condition of the person. No one is prepared to accept death no matter what, where or how it happens.
... and went inside Kaylee’s room; I sensed her guilt and feet stomping downstairs and out the door. Did I go too far, or did she when leaving us? Kaylee cried consecutively for five weeks, I wasn’t versed in cooking or especially nurturing a child and I practically sacrificed my teenage-hood.