Baby Project This past weekend I embarked on a journey, and no probably not the journey you think of. This weekend I had to take home the Real Care Baby project. Going into this project I was not really quite sure what to expect.
Prenatal/Perinatal Development James was born on September 23rd, 2005. He was a healthy young baby, born with no genetic defects and thankfully that stayed that way. When he was born, he was immediately assessed by the APGAR test. Overall, James came out with a total score of 5. The appearance resulted in a 2, meaning it was completely pink or good color.
I was born at exactly 6:58 a.m. that day in Decorah, Iowa, and I weighed 7 pounds, 15 ounces and was 21 inches tall. Everything during my birth went good; I was a good, healthy baby. My mother’s due date was originally December 16, so I was only 5 days early. She got to leave the hospital to go home 3 days later, and my brother was so excited to finally see us. Many relatives came over to see me right away, and it was nice that Christmas was right around the
As they told me I was pregnant I couldn’t believe it I was upset and as well thrilled with the news, I kept telling them that I couldn’t be pregnant and that was certain that I wasn’t I was surprised. I felt a rush of excitement and sadness cross my mind, there were so many questions to be answered that keep running through my mind but one continually was coming back to me was the thought of ‘how everyone would think of me’ knowing that I’m pregnant in prison, that’s is due to get hung for the crime that I have not committed, to think about what they would say and think about me. I started fearing for the worse for the baby and my own life ‘if they make me give the baby up for them to hang’ or in 9 months from now, as soon as I give birth for them to snatch the baby away, either way I’ll be irritated and devastated, but knowing that one day it will come and I’ll have to give it up and let them take me life as they have done to others that have not done wrong.
I was born because of the community garden on Gibb Street. My mother, Maricela, was a pregnant teen who thought everything would be better without me, but while working in the garden she met my godmother, Leona. Leona talked with my mom and she started thinking about not wanting me dead. She realized I could be the good person I am and how I could help other lives just like just like Leona did for me and my mother Some time ago, when I was going to the garden, I met a gorgeous lady, dark hair, a red lipstick, beautiful Asian eyes and a sweet perfume.
She was everything I imagined, soft brown skin, black hair, chubby cheeks and a cute nose like her father’s. I never experienced so many feelings all at once. The feelings I experienced were different from anything I had felt before. I knew I had a life before my daughter, but once she was welcomed into this world I couldn’t remember what it was like. I would only imagine “our” future together,
The first baby of the new year. My parents gave birth to a smiling baby, with brown sugar hair and the brightest blue eyes you've ever seen. For the first two minutes of my life, I was the perfect baby. Just two minutes, before they realized I didn't have a birthmark. Immediate panic, would be two words to express the actions of everyone in the hospital, the town, the city, the state, the media, the nation, and the world.
She probably wouldn’t have explained to me well anyway. She would just say she gave them formula. My sister didn’t breast feed because she is a diabetic. The doctor told her not to.
