The Best Hospital Stay
I have been to the hospital quite a few times in my life, for various reasons: sinus infections, broken bones, for medical testing, and emergency room visits. None of those visits compare to the times I have been in labor. I have been to the labor and delivery ward quite a few times and my reaction upon arrival has always been the same: ____fright. The very first time I went to the delivery ward was probably the scariest time of all. I was only seventeen years old about to give birth and become a new mom. I had already been to the hospital earlier that day and the doctor told me I would probably be back that evening to have my baby. It was in October and it was freezing cold outside. The ride to the hospital seemed like the longest ride of my life. It was dark and rainy and the raindrops made so much noise as they hit the windshield. When we finally reached the front of the hospital, I almost jumped out before my mom stopped the car. As I walked up to the front counter of the hospital, where I had just been only hours before, this time seem so much different. The hospital was huge. I figured I never noted this before because it was always crowed. This time it was two o’ clock in the morning and there were hardly any people in the lobby. I noticed how low the counter sat as I reached and tried to lean on it to keep myself from falling. The security guard realized why I was panting and hummin because he never asked me any questions he just got me a wheel chair and rolled me up to Labor and Delivery. The floors of the hospital were so bumpy and dirty and the hallways were winding and long. Once the nurse opened the door to the labor and delivery ward and I finally laid eyes on that part of the hospital I was so terrified that I almost screamed. The first thing I heard was a woman screaming as if someone was killing her. There were all kinds of beeping and alarm noise going off everywhere. People were darting back and forth like chicken with...
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