Descriptive Essay - My Daughter's Birthday
My Daughter’s Birthday
I was almost nine months pregnant at the beginning of September, the summer coming to an end, but nonetheless, the bun in the oven was cooking on very high temperatures making me feel hot and miserable. As I waited in the doctor’s office for my weekly routine visit, I thought to myself, “I have two more visits left before I meet my sweet baby girl.” My doctor told me that due to the presumed size of my baby if I did not go into labor by the next morning, she was going to induce my labor. Being a new mom, I did not know what that meant but I had heard from other moms that this was a painful process and undoubtedly, I became scared. Sympathetic of my anxiety towards the induction, my doctor gave me some advice. She said go home, eat some greasy foods and have sex with your partner and that should make you go into labor. So needless to say, I followed my doctor’s orders. The calzones we ordered from our local pizzeria were delicious, dripping entirely with gooey cheese and grease. I jumped into bed to make love to my hubby and we were fast asleep by no later than 10:00 p.m.
At about 1:00 a.m., I woke up to subtle tightening on my belly. I thought to myself, “was that a contraction I just felt?” After about 10 minutes, sure enough I felt a lighting strike across my belly causing me to jump out of bed startling and waking my husband from his sleep. He suddenly laughed and said, “Did your doctor’s tip work?” Evidently it did, because a couple of hours later, we were headed to the hospital to deliver a baby.
After arriving at the hospital it all seemed to have happened so fast because before I knew it, I was already undressed, robed and made as comfortable by the nurses. The discomfort of my labor pains had grown stronger and intensified each time I had a contraction taking over my belly. At about 10: 00 a.m., the anesthesiologist and was ready to administer the epidural and the fear of the long frightening needle, became a
I was almost nine months pregnant at the beginning of September, the summer coming to an end, but nonetheless, the bun in the oven was cooking on very high temperatures making me feel hot and miserable. As I waited in the doctor’s office for my weekly routine visit, I thought to myself, “I have two more visits left before I meet my sweet baby girl.” My doctor told me that due to the presumed size of my baby if I did not go into labor by the next morning, she was going to induce my labor. Being a new mom, I did not know what that meant but I had heard from other moms that this was a painful process and undoubtedly, I became scared. Sympathetic of my anxiety towards the induction, my doctor gave me some advice. She said go home, eat some greasy foods and have sex with your partner and that should make you go into labor. So needless to say, I followed my doctor’s orders. The calzones we ordered from our local pizzeria were delicious, dripping entirely with gooey cheese and grease. I jumped into bed to make love to my hubby and we were fast asleep by no later than 10:00 p.m.
At about 1:00 a.m., I woke up to subtle tightening on my belly. I thought to myself, “was that a contraction I just felt?” After about 10 minutes, sure enough I felt a lighting strike across my belly causing me to jump out of bed startling and waking my husband from his sleep. He suddenly laughed and said, “Did your doctor’s tip work?” Evidently it did, because a couple of hours later, we were headed to the hospital to deliver a baby.
After arriving at the hospital it all seemed to have happened so fast because before I knew it, I was already undressed, robed and made as comfortable by the nurses. The discomfort of my labor pains had grown stronger and intensified each time I had a contraction taking over my belly. At about 10: 00 a.m., the anesthesiologist and was ready to administer the epidural and the fear of the long frightening needle, became a