Academic English 12
11 September 2014
Going into Labor
In September of 2011, I was just an average freshman except for the fact that I had something growing inside of me; and when I say I had “something” growing inside of me, I mean another human being. Entering my last few weeks of pregnancy and attending school gave me quite an advantage. I only had to come into school for the very first two periods of the day. Then, I got to go home and sleep while everyone was stuck in school; though, I also had online classes to complete each day. This was a precautionary thing; to avoid going into labor during school as well as being able to keep up with my studies. Giving up was not an option.
Each day I had a set schedule. I would wake up at approximately 5:45 a.m., leave school around 9:03 a.m., take a nap when I got home until approximately 1:30 p.m., wake up, get something to snack on, and work on CAOLA (online classes through Halifax Area High School). However, Thursday, September 15, 2011, was just a little bit different. This day will certainly be one that I’ll never be able to forget. I was going through my normal schedule of the day, until I woke up from my nap. I grabbed a package of Halloween Oreo’s, a glass of milk, and sat down with my school laptop. As I sat down at my dining room table, I suddenly felt a massive gush of water. My immediate reaction was “Mom, I either just peed myself or my water broke!” Even though I knew this day would come, I was much unprepared for it to happen at that exact moment; so I slowly waddled up my steps to pack my things for the hospital and change my soaking wet clothes. On my way down to the hospital I could only keep questioning myself. “Am I ready for this? Am I going to be a good mother? How excruciating is the pain? Who all will be there afterwards? Is my baby boy going to be born healthy? How long will I be in labor? Am I going to have to get a C-Section or give birth naturally? And, also will I...