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.
After she said it was true, me and my older brother jumped in joy. I was finally going to be an older brother after nine years I thought I would never be. August 30, Two days until my brothers due date September 1. I knew my brother could be coming at anytime now. Waiting and waiting.
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.
The doctor and nurses started getting everything set up for the delivery of my baby girl. I was scared and in pain, I couldn 't stop crying because I was feeling everything! I was checked again and I was at 10 CM! Which meant it was time to have my first baby girl X mission point everyone was so excited! Me, not so much.
Before iI was adopted I was treated like crap. I was abused and was stuck in my room all the time. I could not come out. I was miserable. I would run away because I was afraid, but end up always getting caught by the police and put back in the home.
My story, unlike many others, took a dramatic turn of events when I was merely 10 months old. I was taken away from everything I knew and had been accustomed to. I was placed in a totally new world, 7,000 miles away, with a new beginning and new family. My story centers on my transracial adoption as a Chinese girl in a Caucasian family. With my adoption into this family, my experiences have been shaped and molded to include a life that could never have been imagined in my birth country.
For most of my life, I felt like a stranger to everyone around me, including my family. It shouldn’t have been shocking; I was adopted. I cannot pinpoint the exact moment I knew that, because in a way I always knew. I am an Asian-American from South Korea, and I was brought into this country on August 4th, 1999. My adoptive parents refer to this day as my “Gotcha Day.”
With tears in my eyes I kept questioning god why this had to be happening to me. The doctors explained to me that my baby got sick from being in my stomach so long after my water broke. I did not want to be away from her, every morning my trips to the NICU were the hardest. Seeing her with tubes, and all the stuff made me upset. But holding her was the most amazing feeling in the world.
Teenage Mom It is estimated that around 750,000 teenaged girls get pregnant every year, in the United States. I am a part of this statistic. At the age of 15 I became pregnant with a baby girl, whom I later named Penelope Rose Clark. I thought this was the end of my life, but I later found out that I was terribly wrong, it was only the beginning. Life may not go in the direction you had planned, but that doesn’t mean it’s going in the wrong direction.
I can say after these 8 years of raising him. My son makes me to want more for our future. Motherhood for me was a life changing experience. I’m raising my son teaching what life is all about. I’m attending Pierce College and starting my life all over to continue my education in the medical field.
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.
My mom and sister started running around getting things ready because it was time to head out to the hospital it was bbay time. My contractions werent that bad till i got in thecar ride it was horrible i remeber i almost started crying from the excrutiating pain i was in. I remember getting to the hospital and 2 hours later doctors and nurses where rushing and it was because
I have a high pain tolerance, so it took all day for me to start feeling my contractions and I eventually needed an epidural. Thirty-six hours later I was fully dilated, and it was time to start pushing. The doctors gave me the option to watch myself give birth and I did so with my mom, my boyfriend, and his mom by my side at 3:35 PM my son was born and fully healthy thank god. My son is five and a half months old now. He is my motivation, a big reason why I’m getting my diploma.
Then 9 months later on February 16, 1999, at 3:10 am my precious son came out of my womb and placed on my chest. It was the most amazing experience ever, but also extremely exhausting thing ever! I was in the hospital for about another week till the doctor told me to go home, funny thing is that I got discharged on my birthday February 21, 1999, which I turned 16. At first, it felt like being a mother was easy, but in reality, it wasn 't because I also had to go to school plus he would always wake me up in the middle of the night, and be in an extreme of exhaustion. I started missing school more and more till I finally dropped out.
I can still remember like it was yesterday the day my son was born. The feelings leading up to the day he was born were the most nerve racking days of my life. On August 27th 2015 me and my wife sat at home expecting the our son any moment. My mother was also with us and was there to help us after the baby was born. As the day went by the house filed with boredom and the feeling of nervousness, and outside being gray and rainy I knew that it wasn 't a beach day.
