4:30 a.m. the phone buzzes on the corner of my bed. Squinting at the color I.D. it was my sister desperately telling me to wake up. I hung up and immediately fell back asleep, but the phone rang again immediately; once again, it was my sister calling. This time she was stricter, telling me she was in the hospital. I quickly gathered my things, and within the next 10 minutes, I was on my way. I promptly arrived at the hospital. My hands slid off the sweaty steering wheel as my feet roughly acquainted themselves with the pavement in the parking lot. Arriving at the doors of the hospital, I felt the pulsing of my blood racing through my veins. Bustling to the elevator, I could feel the air wafting me in the face, like a frank train slamming into my body. The tension in the air was so thick that I was suffocating in quicksand. Meeting up with my mom and dad, I could see that they were equally anxious and nervous for their daughter and our family. I walked into my sister’s room -- the unmistakable hospital aroma tearing away my lungs. Her floor was overflowing with screams of agony, disbelief and horror. I still hadn’t gotten used to seeing my sister carrying this massive basketball around for nine months. Being sisters who never spent more than a …show more content…
I had always heard that the physical and emotional pain of giving birth is altogether monstrous and pretty disgusting, but that it is always quickly replaced by the serenity of hearing your newborn test out their lungs for the first time right in your arms. When the high of birth finally started to descend, I glanced around the room. Seeing all the women in my family come together and see what the most painful experience of a woman’s life is, but knowing we experienced it for the first time together making our bond that much more
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Now that the summary is out there for all who did not get to read the story let’s make some connections to everyday life. In the story is it said by the author that, “All the while I hated myself for having wept before the needle went in, convinced that the nurse and my mother we...
As a child the sight of an ambulance would send shivers down my spine, the flashing lights and loud horn, the panic as cars comes to a stop, and the terrifying events that followed. Being a witness to such commotion never seemed as horrendous until I became the person inside the ambulance. After experiencing headaches, sore throat, shortness of breath, and the lack of ability to move my left arm my parents sent out a distressed call to the paramedics who then rushed me into the E.R. Within the hour I was no longer on a gurney, but instead was on a hospital bed, tangled in color-coded wires to keep me alive. Hours passed, possibly even days, when I opened my eyes, only to find the words “ Sabrina’s room” on a dashboard in big pink letters. Injected into my left arm was an IV tube that dispensed antibiotic fluids into my suffering body. As I turned my head to look into the mirror I saw that my hair was shaved and a scar remained with staples over it, forming into the shape of an arc.
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
I had just walked into Annie’s room to find her screaming in pain. I ran to find the supervising nurse and rushed back to comfort Annie. Shortly after, the nurse came, fed Annie her medications, and walked out. Not a word was said. But I knew Annie was afraid, confused, upset; managing deep pain in her body. I knew she did not want to be alone, so I stayed beside her for a while, holding her hand until she fell asleep, telling her she would be okay. ================
All of sudden her hurried pace slowed, trying to steady herself reached out for dad’s arm. At the same time, holding her up and hugging me tightly, explained, “They found a large mass above Eddie’s pelvis.” Mom was listening intensely. He continued, “The mass crushed his pelvis, the intensity of the pain caused the collapse”. Their conversation interrupted, a nurse approached with the release forms for surgery. Mom yelled, “What!” and burst into tears. “Can you please give us a second, we need to discuss this, my baby boy!”. Mom, the strongest among us, now seeing her tears flow, caused my fears to bubble to the surface for a bit. Suddenly, my dad clapped his hands to refocus us that Ed needed surgery now. His hand shook trying to sign the forms. Those papers represented the beginning of a long
As a nurse, I feel that at many times I am placed in a situation, where I need to use my leadership skills in order to provide efficient care by managing the limited time. According to CNO guideline, leadership is a process of influencing people to achieve common goals. It requires self-awareness and commitment towards profession, ability to delegate, manage time and to communicate effectively within the health care professionals.
The ride home had been the most excruciating car ride of my life. Grasping this all new information, coping with grief and guilt had been extremely grueling. As my stepfather brought my sister and I home, nothing was to be said, no words were leaving my mouth.Our different home, we all limped our ways to our beds, and cried ourselves to sleep with nothing but silence remaining. Death had surprised me once
“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 array of feelings that occur during child birth can range from unthinkable pain, to unimaginable joy. There is no way to describe what child birth is like until one goes through it themselves. This photo depicts the moments directly after labor where the mother feels a mixture of exhaustion and adoration. A mothers bond with her child is enforced as soon as she finds out that she is pregnant, but it expands infinitely she holds her new baby for the first time. The indescribable pain and joy that a woman can feel in one life changing moment is terrifying. For everyone the birthing experience is different, but then ending result is usually the same. Complete and utter joy. This photo graph captures a beautifully private moment where a new mother clings to her newborn child. Although this is a still picture, one can see several emotions cross this woman’s face all at once. This Denver, Colorado based photographer captures this heartwarming moment where a mother feels exhaustion and joy all at once.
This summer, I had contacted a family friend of mine who was a neuroscientist in Switzerland, asking him if he would be able to host a visit for me in order to tour several neuroscience labs there. He had agreed, but my parents were unable to come, so I was left to travel by myself for the first time. While this family friend of mine was able to host my stay, it was my responsibility to contact individual labs and inquire about tours and guided education opportunities. While visiting, I was sure to ask many questions about the current research and discuss other literature I had read with the scientists working there, including Dr.Lamy from the University of Fribourg, and Dr.Stuellet, who is doing schizophrenia research at the University of
My experience with the medical system has exponentially increased over the past two years. Aside from a torn ligament in my knee, and broken growth plate that crippled me during my high school years; I experienced the medical system through the eyes of an accompanying family member. On October 6th, 2014 my moms MRI results came in, and showed a tumor the size of a baseball protruding around her frontal cortex. The months leading up to October were led by inarticulate thoughts and memory loss. My mother had brain surgery on an early morning the day of Thanksgiving. After two weeks, we were informed by Dr.Kilpatrick (the neurosurgeon) that the tumor that was removed was malignant(cancerous). After that day my life was altered in almost every
while, being as he was rushing to Cooper Hospital to see my mother. At this
Child Birth can be a beautiful, yet unimaginable experience any mother and family member can encounter. It is a process of emotional and social involvements that make-up a natural human being. The familiarity of childbirth can play an important role in life for every individual, especially the mothers who are in labor or in delivery. Each moment during labor will become memories for the mothers to share with their grown up child in the future. Childbirth is a breath taking experience that can change someone’s life forever. The process of childbirth does not occur in a blink of an eye; in fact, it is more of a procedure that may take a few steps. Some mothers during labor, experience a severe amount of pain that medication can control and some
As I got into the car to drive to the hospital at about five-thirty in the morning, that’s when I first started feeling nervous, scared, and worried. When we got into the hospital, a giant wave of scents hit me. I smelled fresh paint, antiseptic, and even the food in the cafeteria.