You give birth to a child you count each finger each toe. You fall in love. All you see is the good thing in life. You see on the news about kids dying from getting hit by cars, being left in hot cars. You go on life thinking oh that can’t happen to me. I never in a hundred years thought it could be my child. But unfortunately, death, can sweep you away in an instant. We decided to move to a different town for work. My cousin said we could stay with her till we got on our feet. After a couple weeks, my husband got a job interview. Everything was looking good. On august 14th 2006 I woke up sick to my stomach as I laid in bed my husband was watching TV our 14-month-old son playing on the floor he was picking stuff up and bringing it to me. He brought me a camera I quickly snapped a picture not knowing it would be the last one I would ever take. After a few hours, we got up and had breakfast. After breakfast, I made James a bottle and laid him down for his morning nap. Still not filling better I decided to lay back down also. Around 3:30 we got dressed to go to the store to …show more content…
It felt like forever till the ambulance came. The police officer took us in the other room while they worked on my baby. They were asking us what happened. My husband said he thought the baby was with me. I told them I thought my husband had taken him to the room. I was still in shock telling myself this is just a dream and I will wake up soon. My cousin’s roommate had propped the screen door opened with the grill. He was in the bathroom in less than four minutes are son had gotten out of the computer room. Thru the kitchen to the opened front door and past my cousin who was outside working on his jeep. My cousin took us to the hospital. The whole ride I was praying that he would be ok. It felt like forever until the doctor came out to talk to us. He explained that they did all they could, but our son had not made it. He died on august 14th 2006 at 5:20
The lost of a child; who knew the pain? Who knew it would be a pain that could not be explained? Who knew you would have to force yourself not to cry all day and everyday? Who knew no words could take away this hurt? Who knew I would have to deal with this pain? Who knew I would be the one going through this pain? No words could ever explain the lost of a child?
I remember the day she born. I was nervous for the simple fact that my life would never be the same. Soon no longer would I be known as just Ayanna, I would take on a new title. A title that I would share with so many woman, and after eight long hours of labor, I would now be known to the world as mommy.
I was adopted from Seoul, South Korea when I was five and a half months old. When I finally understood what adoption meant, I thought that it was the most significant day in my life for many years, but I was wrong.
Death and dying is a natural and unavoidable process that all living creatures will experience at some point in life, whether it is one’s own person death or the death of a close friend or family member. Along with the experience of death comes the process of grieving which is the dealing and coping with the loss of the loved one. Any living thing can grieve and relate to a loss, even children (Shortle, Young, & Williams, 1993). “Childhood grief and mourning of family and friends may have immediate and long-lasting consequences including depression, anxiety, social withdrawal, behavioral disturbances, and school underachievement” (Kaufman & Kaufman, 2006, p. 61). American children today grow up in cultures that attempt to avoid grief and deny inevitability of death (Shortle, Young, & Williams, 1993). Irreversibility, finality, inevitability, and causality are the four factors relative to a child’s understanding of death. These four components are relative to a child’s developmental level at the death is occurs (Willis, 2002).
The birth of my daughter changed my life in so many positive ways. Although, finding out I was pregnant at 20 made me nervous, I knew that as long as I thought about all the good things that would come out of having a baby I would be fine. First, I thought about all the joy my baby would bring me when she comes into this world. Then, I thought about all the new things I would learn as first time mom.
When we got to Children's hospital we ran into the ER. there were two people there waiting for us. A lady took my mom and stepdad. There was a man in a blue surgical suit that stayed with me. It seems like we waited there together for hours. I felt all alone
I am the third child out of four in my family, I have one older sister, an older brother and then a younger brother. I was born on January 20th 1997 in Clinton, Ontario. This means I was probably conceived the middle of May sometime. My mother did not take pre-natal pills before I was born because I was not really expected, but she was taking vitamins during this time to stay healthy. My mother did see our family physician while she was pregnant with me. She saw the doctor every month for the first and second trimester and then she saw him every other week in the last trimester. In these checkups they would see if I was gaining weight, check blood pressure, blood levels and just to see if everything was healthy. My mom did not have any screening tests done to see if there was anything wrong because it was not very common to get screening done in our
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...
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
The idea that our lives can be cut short is often times the push that people need to live their lives to the fullest and truly enjoy every day. When a life is ended too soon, our general reaction is to mourn the loss of not only the person but their unlived life. A person who loses their life too young will most certainly have missed out on several life-changing events and experiences. The joys of parenthood are feelings that bring such happiness into people’s lives, but when a person dies without that opportunity, one who has felt that joy will most likely feel nothing but sadness for the person who missed out. It is also human nature to attribute length of life to happiness.
One day in the midst of summer, my friend Mike and I got off from a hard day of work and were on our way to the mall. While at work we had planned to meet a few people there. I was going to be seeing my friend Jessica who I had not talked to in years. Before leaving, we stopped off at our houses, took showers, and got ready. As I anxiously waited on the stairs for his car to roll into the driveway, my mom said, “Be careful and do not drive like an idiot.” I obviously said alright and she was on her way. Minutes later I see my friend Mike pull into the driveway. I slipped my feet into my shoes and got in his car. We were almost to the mall when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?” It was my mom and she wanted to speak to me. Upon putting the phone to my ear she told me that I had to come home right away. She said that my dad had just gotten into a car crash and that I had to come home and watch my sister. I did not know how to break the news to Mike, that what we were anticipating all day would not happen. He was upset, but he understood what was going on. I came home thinking it was the same old same old; he had gotten hit by a drunk driver, the car got totaled, and he was fine.
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of
Coming from a large family, birth and pregnancy were a very common events in my household, from a young age I evoke being curious about my mother’s pregnancies and as I got older and got a better understanding of the stages of birth and pregnancy I became captivated by my mother’s pregnancies and insisted that I attended as many antenatal appointments that I could. I also became very interested with the midwife that came to our house and provided my mother with all the support she needed and the job she done. I concluded that midwives play an important role throughout pregnancy, the labour, and the postnatal period, and also in a woman and her family’s lives, providing them with all the maintenance and assistance they can get. Eventually I
He was now fifteen, we moved to New York where he'd been going to school. A year later after I adopted Jerry, I met the love of my life, he was tall, handsome, and had a really good sense of humor. I loved him so much more than I could ever imagine. Jerry & him got along well, sometimes they had their ups and downs but they resolved it at the end of the day. One day in March, I got a phone call from the school Jerry was in. The principal said it was urgent and to come quickly, I got all my things & rushed to his school. I didn't see Jerry nowhere in sight, my eyes darting in concern, I bit my lower lip as my eyebrows drew together. Ambulances were outside, they took a boy with him, I realized it was Jerry. I didn't know what to say, I ran to him. All he said was "I love you mom" I instantly started crying all I said was "I love you too baby, everything will be okay, trust me" I didn't know what was going on, as soon as we got off the ambulance I immediately asked someone, they didn't have any information. Many and many hours passed, my husband was with me the whole time. The doctor asked who's jerry's parents were, I approached him & said it was us, he began talking "I have very bad
It was a gorgeous June afternoon, and summer had just begun. I had just received my license, and I could not wait to go cruising in my parents new yellow Ford Expedition. I had spent the day at my friend's house and was now on my way home. I was almost home. I just had to turn onto the gravel road for a shortcut to get to my house. I was trying to turn and put my favorite cd in simultaneously. I guess I was going a little too fast, because all of a sudden, I found myself lying in the ditch, and my truck beside me. Then, I realized a bitter taste of blood in my mouth. I slowly got up on one leg and struggled and crawled up to the road. It seemed as though no one would ever see me, and just as I lost hope, there was an old white pickup coming down the road. I used all my might to wave it down. The man in the truck started to slow down. His appearance was that of a farmer, and he did not have any way of calling for help. He waited with me and calmed me down. It seemed like an hour before another car came down the road, but in actuality it was only 10 minutes. The woman pulled over and immediately dialed 911 on her cell phone. While we were waiting for the ambulance, I was hysterical. I began to reflect on my life. I thought of my family and if I would ever see them again. I could not move or feel my left arm or leg. I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain in my broken limbs. The farmer did everything he could think of to calm me down a little bit. He asked me questions about family, school, and pretty much anything he could think of.