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The Moment I Saw Life

     The day that I saw life was a day that I thought would mean so little to me; a day that I thought would start normally. I was outrageously wrong. That was the day-the seemingly insignificant day- of October 5, 2012; this was the day that I witnessed life. "Get the baby bag girls" my mother said , "Help me down the stairs." My mother's stomach had become the size of a beach ball, and as the contractions started we knew what was going to come. When the car arrived at the hospital, we rushed to get out, and get in. The birthing center had a distinct feel to it; the feeling of new life was blossoming from that place. After twenty minutes of excruciating waiting, my mother was taken into a room where she would prepare to make life. My sister, brother, aunt, and I waited and waited, thinking that we would never get called. Finally we were let into the birthing room where I saw my mother in a garb of blue, waiting for her contractions to get stronger. We walked around the hospital with her, to try to get her ready, and I saw the pain blossom in her eyes and mouth as a new contraction hit. Finally it got to be too much for her, and I knew we were ready. She was set back up in her room to wait for the baby to decide to come, and sooner than we thought, my strong mother began to howl in pain. "I have to push!" she screamed, scaring, yet inspiring me. Then, with no warning, a head came out, and then shoulders, then Heidi delivered the rest of the baby. At first there was silence and I shared a worried glance with my sister, but before we could say anything, there was the smallest cry I'd ever heard. "Would you like to cut the umbilical cord?" Heidi asked my step dad, as the baby's mouth was emptied from all of the mucus and liquids. He nodded, with the most amazed look on his face, as my step-father cut the life line of the baby, I almost cried. "Here is the baby new mother!" the delivery team cried, as they handed a small baby covered in white, creamy vertex to my mother. She began to cry tears of absolute amazement, then to laugh, "He is peeing on my!" she exclaimed, with a look of absolute love for this small, howling baby. "Bienvenue Thierry Eben Varnado" she murmured in French to the baby, who then quieted at the sound of his life line talking to him. Then he did something, he grabbed her finger, with his whole small hand, and held on tight. "Smell his breath mom" I said. As she did, more tears began to bloom, "this is the smell of absolute purity." She said. Then I proceeded to smell as well, and I cried again, "I just saw life mom" I said, "I just saw life." Truly, this was the first and most remarkable time that I saw a small, squealing life come into the world; and I loved it.
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