Narrative Essay On Brave New World

It was a gorgeous, toasty, sunny morning on July 6, 2005, as my husband Bill, my mother Pam and I were on our way to San Antonio Hospital in Upland, California. I could smell the deep perfume coming from the roses just on the side of our front door. The bird’s singing their morning songs, the barking of neighborhood dogs and the laughter of children playing outside all made me smile while walking out to the car. It was as if Mother Nature herself was preparing to bring her new unborn child into this magnificent new world. The endless questions from my three-year old son Christopher, wanting to know when his new brother was finally going to arrive. What had felt like an eternity, waiting nine long months, the roller coaster of emotions we

I swear you could hang raw meat in there. I doze off, which seems for just a few seconds, but it has been about 4 hours. Here we go again, now I’m finally put in my own room where I see my mother’s smiling face. As she comes closer to me and kisses me gently, I see the tears in her big brown eyes, together we have this very special bond between us as we both know what miracle has taken place. As we are sharing this wonderful moment together we never would have guessed what horrible, painstaking thing was about to take place. While we sat there laughing, my mother was describing how my older son Christopher reacted to the news of his new brother. Christopher jumped up and down, he was so excited, and he couldn’t wait to give his little brother the blue rubber baseball he had picked out especially for him. Suddenly, the phone in my room rang loudly, it was the nursery nurse, I smiled at my mom and lipped it was the nursery, then I hear the words your son, turning purple, ventilator. Instantaneously my heart began to pound, I couldn’t grasp the words, my body began to quiver and shake, I couldn’t catch my breath, I could feel the stagnation of the air, my salty tears quickly falling on my hot cheeks and the room began to spiral down. Quickly, my mother snatched the phone from my trembling hands. As I sat there in a daze, I barely heard my mother respond, “Do whatever is necessary now!”

The specialist continued running a series of different tests trying to decide what was wrong with my precious baby. Luckily, because of the circumstances my doctor allowed me to have a few extra days in the hospital to be near my son that was still in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. The nurses in the NIC unit were sending me pictures of my baby hooked up to all these machines in hope that I would feel closer to him, but in reality all it brought was uncontrollable sadness and tears.
The doctor determined that my son would need a complete blood transfusion, leading to very little hope for his future. The roller coaster of emotions that followed in the next week were back, only this time there was so much anger and sadness, we were all feeling numb and empty. The anxiety, fear and frustration were filling every minute of every day. After 8 days, the doctors had no choice but to release me. I had to leave the hospital while my sick, helpless baby stayed behind. The tortured feeling while driving away felt as if my heart was being slowly ripped from my