The Marble Before this incident, I had babysat thousands of times. Babysitting was something that I really enjoyed and still do enjoy. However, this experience scared me a lot. It was in December of this last year. It had snowed a tremendous amount, which had resulted in three snow days! The first snow days Green River Wyoming had had in 28 years! I remember it was especially cold that day, so I was wearing my sweater and long thermal socks. We had a fire going in our fireplace, but it was still chilly. I hadn't done much that day, and we could not go anywhere because we were told not to drive on the roads unless it was an absolute emergency, due to the snowy road conditions. So I was stuck at home freezing my buns off. After …show more content…
Shivering, I wadded into the snow. It was up to my thighs, so it took me quite a bit of time to get all the way down the street. As I walked up the driveway, I stomped off as much snow as I could. As I was walking up the stairs to the door, I slipped on a patch of ice and fell. I hit my knee but didn't feel too much pain thanks to my many layers. I knocked on the door, moving from one foot to the other to keep warm. Even though I had only been outside of about five minute, my cheeks were numb and my eyes were stinging. When she finally answered the door and let me in, she told me what they were doing, what I needed to do, and that they wouldn't be much longer than a half hour to an hour at most. When they left, I took off my heavy coat, boots, gloves, hat and scarf, but left everything else on. I rounded up the kids and we did a puzzle and played go fish. About a half hour later, the oldest boy asked if I would make them some hot chocolate. I said I would if they put the puzzle and game away. I took the youngest one into the kitchen with me so I could watch her more closely, but the other three were old enough to be self sufficient. The oldest was 8 and …show more content…
I had only set her down for a few minutes, when I heard this horrible sound, almost like gurgling. I can still hear it in my head now. I had no idea what it was, and when I turned around to look at the baby, I saw something that scared me immensely. Her face was red, almost purple, and she had little tears running down her cheeks even though no crying sound was coming out. I gasped and for a moment, my whole body froze. I was so terrified, and I did not know what to do. I quickly said the fastest prayer I have ever said in my life, asking to know what to do, that the baby would be ok, and that the other kids wouldn't have to see this. Before I even finished, I got a feeling to pick her up and put her stomach on my knee and pat her back. She was still making the choking noise. I knelt on the floor next to her and grabbed her and put her stomach on my knee. I gently but vigorously patted her on her back multiple times. After about 15 times of patting her back, a translucent marble shot out of her mouth as well as some barf. I have never ever been so relieved in my life! She coughed and sucked in air. I continued patting her back for a few more seconds
Laying on the operating table, the bright white lights above my head were giving me a headache. I could hear the concerned but stern voice's of the doctors all around me. I could feel my boyfriend clinching my hand to let me know he was there. The room was spinning. A tear or two rolled down my cheek as I worried about what would happen within the next few moments. The loud clinking of the medical equipment echoed in what seemed to be an emtpy room. I just wanted this c-section to be over with so I could go home with my little girl. I needed everything to be ok with her and with me. The longer I laid there on the table, the more concerned I became.
Only one sac broke and that was the sac my son was in. I was told my twins had no chance to survive at only 22weeks. If i could stay pregnant 2 more weeks with a broken sac then my babies had a 50% chance to survive. So the long stay in the hospital begin for me and my babies, with my 9 year old at home. Then at 24weeks and 1 day i welcomed a 1pound 1oz baby boy and a 15oz baby girl. I would never forget the first time i seen them: they were as small as the plam of my hand. All I could hear was the life support machines that was supporting their breathing. The continuse beeps to tell doctors if they were getting enough oxygen. A sight ill never
Dr. Wright asked me if I was okay, and not wanting to say that I wasn't, I answered yes. My body started to shake, and I felt like I was in an icebox. I have never been so scared in my whole life, and fear covered me like a thick heavy blanket. The nurses strapped both of my arms down so that I wouldn't move, and an oxygen mask was placed over my nose and mouth. A green sheet was raised high, and positioned in front of me to conceal me from surgery. The anesthesiologist issued me more anesthesia, and I felt a cold rush as is dispersed throughout my body. I don't know if it was my nerves or the way the mask that was placed on my face, but I could hardly breathe correctly. I felt like my fear of dying was coming true, but I wasn't going to go without a fight. I could not get the energy to mutter any words to let the nurses know that I could not breathe, so I started to wiggle my nose and mouth to position the oxygen mask away from my face. Since all of the healthcare professionals were positioned on the other side of the green sheet, they didn't notice what I was doing. Breathing deeply, I relaxed as I could finally breathe normally with the oxygen mask on the side of my face. I was alone in that room, and I had no idea what they were doing to me. I prayed what seemed like 15 prayers for it to be over, and be able to see Kai already. Suddenly, I heard a faint whimper and a rush of footsteps. I looked around trying to get a glimpse of what was happening. A minute later I see this beautiful, flushed faced little baby being placed in my view by his father and every negative emotion left my body. The noise in the room fell silent, and it was just him and I. I was in love, and I could not stop smiling. I lifted my arms to hold him, forgetting that I was still strapped down. I continued to stare into his angelic face with joy, and I vowed that no harm will ever come to my son. Randy
I am incredibly lucky that both of my parents were both employed in well off jobs, so don’t think that I am taking any of this for granted. Since my parents worked, my brother and I were sent to a babysitter. Most children are sent to a babysitter at some point in their life, but I had a couple interesting babysitters. The first babysitter I remember having was named Kimberly, she lived down the street from us, so it was incredibly convenient. The earliest memory I have of her is when we were at the neighborhood lake. The details are a little fuzzy, but I remember her putting sand in our bathing suits. My mother was obviously not happy with this, and ended up firing Kimberly. The next babysitter I remember was a girl named Crystal. Crystal ended up being the longest babysitter my brother and I ever had, which I always found interesting because she was a little weird. Crystal was a cosmetology student, so she would always have practice doll heads around and it would freak me out. She had a younger sister that I would play with, and then Crystal would always watch Maury and lay on the couch all day. One time when I was about nine or ten, Crystal took me and her sister to her apartment so she could dye her hair. She was in the bathroom for almost two hours and she left her sister and I to watch Family Guy on her TV. Having a babysitter isn’t necessarily a crazy thing that happens to a child, but I did have some
It was Martin Luther King day of service. My cousins didn’t have school because in Georgia they have the day off, expected to do community service. We had woken up earlier than normal, so we could get to the place we were needed to check in and pick where we wanted to help that day. After my family and I had eaten and gotten dressed, we realized it was very cold outside for Georgia, about 50 degrees. It wasn’t as cold as Iowa, but definitely cold for being in Georgia. My family who was going, my aunt, uncle, cousin who was five, along with my mom and two sisters, Bridget and Ainsley, walked out the heavy black door with a beep when the door opened, leaving my grandparents, other aunt uncle, along with my three year old cousin at home. We piled
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
Kid nor either of the Thompson sisters can out right tell you when things had begun to change.
It was Christmas Eve and my grandparents had just arrived to be with us for the holidays. They always come over every year, it’s like a family tradition. We always watched The Polar Express that night, which is also a tradition we do. After that we usually make the cookies and get a glass of milk for Santa. Finally, we go to bed anxious for tomorrow. It was December 25th, Christmas morning, and I was twelve years old. I was so tired because it was seven o’clock in the morning. I couldn’t fall back asleep because I was so excited that it was Christmas. I crawled out of my bed and snuck into my brother’s room and woke him up. We watched tv in my brothers room until eight o’clock and then we rushed down the hall to the top of the stairs. We could
Nancy was only four years old when her grandmother died. Her grandmother had a big lump on the lower right hand side of her back. The doctors removed it, but it was too late. The tumor had already spread throughout her body. Instead of having a lump on her back, she had a long stitched up incision there. She couldn’t move around; Nancy’s parents had to help her go to the bathroom and do all the simple things that she use to do all by herself. Nancy would ask her grandmother to get up to take her younger sister, Linh, and herself outside so they could play. She never got up. A couple of months later, an ambulance came by their house and took their grandmother away. That was the last time Nancy ever saw her alive. She was in the hospital for about a week and a half. Nancy’s parents never took them to see her. One day, Nancy saw her parents crying and she have never seen them cry before. They dropped Linh and her off at one of their friend’s house. Nancy got mad because she thought they were going shopping and didn’t take her with them.
When I came inside I was so cold that I felt like a ice cube so my mom made me some hot chocolate. The hot chocolate was steaming hot! I had to wait for 8 mins, but it was worth it because it was so tasty and warm. My mom then told me that dinner was done. When I had smelt the delicious dinner mom made, my stomach had roared with hunger and I swear everyone heard it. We had a giant turkey, some mashed potatoes, and mac cheese it was the perfect family dinner, so delicious. When dinner was done, my mom said I had to lay down for school tomorrow so I leaped in my warm, cozy bed and put the covers over me and my mom said “Goodnight.” Man, today just seemed to fly by so quickly with all the excitement I had. As i drifted off to sleep all i could think about was how much fun my day was and I wish every week we had a snow
I made it to Big Lots, where Jonathan works, and I forced him to come outside and look at my car. Then we sat and talked for a while and I bragged about how I was going to my grandma’s house to eat a good home-cooked meal, while he would be forced to eat fast food again. When I left Big Lots, I still had a little time before church let out, so I drove back to Gray to the Dollar Store for some supplies for a Spanish class project I was doing that week. Finally I pulled into my grandparents’ driveway, and I noticed the door was closed. I thought this was unusual because I knew my grandpa was home, but I had forgotten a school fundraiser form for my aunts to look at, so I turned around and drove back home to Jonesborough. While driving home my friend Rachel and her mother were behind me, they followed me all the way to my house. I thought it was some kind of joke, but when we pulled into my driveway, Rachel yelled, “Get in the car! They had to take your grandma to the hospital.”
Looking back on a childhood filled with events and memories, I find it rather difficult to pick on that leaves me with the fabled “warm and fuzzy feelings.” As the daughter of an Air Force Major, I had the pleasure of traveling across America in many moving trips. I have visited the monstrous trees of the Sequoia National Forest, stood on the edge of the Grande Canyon and have jumped on the beds at Caesar’s Palace in Lake Tahoe. However, I have discovered that when reflecting on my childhood, it is not the trips that come to mind, instead there are details from everyday doings; a deck of cards, a silver bank or an ice cream flavor.
Last year I was able to work with a group to teach others about issues dealing with the children of today. I was approached by a group to put on an eight-hour seminar that concerns children. No one was sure what they wanted except that it would be with a church group that had a day care that operated during the day. I decided to take on the project and began to do my research.
After half an hour of waiting for someone to call and my sister and dad to come home also thinking about what to do. I gave up and went to take a shower. When I came out, my bed was made and my mom called me down for breakfast, which I didn’t feel like having. I just drank a glass of orange juice. My mother went to the porch to sit. After a few seconds I decided to join her. Since I had nothing better to do at that moment, I asked her where my sister and dad had gone. All she said was “I don’t know”. I gu...
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.