Growing up different wasn’t always easy for me. My dad, Anthony Smigelski Jr., worked as an active duty officer in the Coast Guard and my mom, Claudia Smigelski, worked as a registered nurse. In 1976 it was illegal to perform an abortion in New Orleans, Louisiana so my parents, who were unsuccessful having their own children, moved to Louisiana in hopes they would have a better change to adopt a baby. On April 2, 1976 they got their wish; I was delivered to their home in Gretna, LA when I was only 10 days old. It wasn’t long after my parents got me that my father was transferred to Governor’s Island, NY when I was two years old.
Checking into the hospital at 3:08 AM, only to wait another 12 hours on the nose to have this long awaited baby. The family started showing up, the nurses started preparing me, and at 2:40 PM, it was time. Finally, here I was, at 3:08PM on the dot, Alyssa Stongle was the newest mommy at the hospital. Right then and there, I knew why my body was going through changes.
My life is that of a Disney Princess; one who has had to fight for everything she got. I was born five weeks early weighing four pounds and six ounces, and I was put up for adoption. I was placed into my family home since I was born and was officially adopted when I turned six years old. My adoption had taken the longest to complete, but because of my age I was able to choose my own name. I decided on G.V.Rosie Nicole Setina!
The story of how i came to be. My story started on November 2nd,2003 at 6:24 in the morning. My mother had many names lined up for me. The names she had planned for me where Alexia, Makayla, Leilani, Morris, my name got changed last minute to what it is now Mo’Riah jay Turner. How my name ca about was when my mother was listening to Busta Rhymes and Mariah Carey song “give it to you” and my mother liked the way the name was said at the end of the song and then she mixed my name and my father's name Morris together
waaaaaaa! I was born. The doctors took me into the instant care room. My mom said why can’t I see my daughter they didn’t answer but they said nothing with a wonder in there eyes.
It was May 29, 1997 when a bald little creature was born; her name is Theresa Buenrostro. Indeed, that was me. My mother who is a small Latina woman had 3 boys already. Just 1 year and 5 days before I was born she had my brother. According to her though I was the most difficult one during pregnancy and labor.
On March 28th, 2013 I was walking out of Wabash Middle School to go home. I had just gotten out of track practice looking for my mom’s car. When I got was walking out and looking I realized that my Grandma T was there to pick me up, and when I got in the car I heard the best news of my life. That my mom was going into labor, and we were going to the hospital. On the way to the hospital I was so happy to finally have a sister.
I was born on June 19, 2003 at 3:30pm. I was born in America, in a dead/boring town called Meridian. I was born in a hospital called Yale hospital, my sister was also born here too . My mom choose the name Schanze because of her old best friend and because it was unique. My mom really loved the name Schanze so she choose that name.
My mother and the father of my children started to get worried. Around 930 that night my first daughter, Kaylee and, weighing 7 pounds, 6 ounces and 21 inches long had made her entrance into this beautiful
Dixie: My daughter done the same thing. She now has it paid off with help from us parents. She was just like you and thought she had to fit into the people around her at college. I just think that the younger people get themselves into something without knowing the outcome of how bad credit cards can really be.
It was twenty minutes until 10 o’clock. I was getting ready to lie down. My phone rings and the next thing I know, I was rushing out the door with the fully stocked diaper bag in my hand. I had received a phone call that Jazmine was on her way to the hospital because her contractions were coming sooner and a lot more forceful. As I pulled up to the hospital; consequently, I quickly found an empty parking spot and dashed in.
Cheerleading: Is It a Sport? You do cheer your whole life and do just as much as other athletes. Someone walks up to you and says cheer isn’t a sport.
I got pregnant at age 18 and had my first child at age 19. Leslie is his name. A year later I married my son father. The following year, an amazing and awesome thing happens. I gave my life to Jesus Christ, and I became
My first time having a baby I wasn’t excited nor was I glad , Instead I was sad more like mad not at anybody but myself mostly I was scared and really terrified I almost wanted to die . Because I thought people would look at me differently, I literally thought while delivering him I would die, and that I wouldn’t be able to do for my baby only because I felt like I wasn’t ready to be a mom. I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy my life and do what I want to do with a baby.
I still remember July 31, 2015 like it was yesterday. I was lying in bed at five in the morning, contemplating the day I had ahead of me on a warm summer morning. Hearing a knock on my bedroom door, my mom walked in and whispered that she was leaving for the hospital with my dad. All I could manage to do was hug her. My mom was scheduled to be induced to have my youngest brother, Andrew.