Descriptive Essay Final
We have been waiting nine long months, and we have had much preparation to do before the arrival of our daughter. Of all the things we have prepared for her, I am most proud of her room, my mother and I painted it and sat it up with all the accessories together. I sat on the floor and taped off the stripes to be painted, and my mom painted. It was a great team effort, and we are so happy how it turned out. With flowers and butterflies on her wall, busy pattern of stripes and beautiful colors, she is going to love her bedroom. Our crib and furniture is finally set up and put in her room. With pink and green letters above her crib spelling out the name of our precious baby girl, Paisley, that is soon to grace us with her presence. I sit in her room every night and rock in the rocking chair, and read a book to her; I know she can hear me. Her bedding is washed and put on her crib, its beautiful. Flowers, butterflies and fun busy patterns, she is going to love it. I can’t wait until I can sit in this rocking chair and rock my baby girl in my arms. I know now, that we are ready for her, and it’s just a month if not days before we finally meet her. We have her infant car seat in the car, along with our hospital bag for mom and baby. We are prepared and now just have to wait patiently for when she is ready to meet us. My husband, Matt and I take a walk around our neighborhood every night. It helps us to relax and pass the time that we have. It’s the evening of August 5th, 2009 and I can smell the warm fall air, the smell of fresh lake water coming from the lake across the road. With the sounds of singing birds, barking dogs, laughs and screams of the neighborhood children playing in the street and their backyards. We are so excited to soon have our own little one. As Matt and I get back to the house from a nice long walk, I am having contractions. Nothing concerning yet, but they are definitely catching my attention. I still have a week until my actual due date so I just continue to go about my night. A couple hours go by, and by this time, Matt and I are ready to go to bed. We brush our teeth, and do our own little nightly routine. As I get into bed, my contractions are still really strong, still sporadic but I figured I would just see how the night went, and come morning if I am still having them I will call my doctor. I had just dozed off when I suddenly felt a gush, like I had wet the bed. I knew that wasn’t the case, because I am twenty-six years old, and I haven’t wet the bed in years. I rolled out of bed, and sure enough, my water had broken. I woke Matt and told him, “its time”, and he sits up out of bed frantically yet he has this excited look on his face. “Lets go”, he says. We grab our things and rush out the door, and get into to the car. I double check and make sure everything we need is in there. It’s all in there, so off we go to the hospital.
The drive to the hospital on any given day is about five to ten minutes. This night it seemed like forever. It was about eleven o’clock so there was no traffic and we hit every light red. But we were finally turning into the parking lot of the hospital. We see the sign that says, “Medical Center of the Rockies”, and just after that was another sign that said, “stork parking” with a stork and a baby on it. We knew that parking was especially for us, so we follow the signs and get the car parked. We gather all of our things, and head for the doors of the hospital. As we walk through the doors, we have to go through the emergency room entrance, because it is after normal visiting hours. I walk up to the desk and tell the receptionist, “My water has broken and I am having contractions, I am in labor”. The lady calls upstairs to the OB floor and tells the nurses that they are brining me upstairs. We didn’t have to wait a minute, I loaded into a wheel chair, and we started...