8/24/15
Drama
only did he assault me, but he also impregnated me. My own cousin, I couldnt believe my own
blood would do something so distasteful. When he was verbally confronted by my parent, he
seemed so unremorseful of the little life I had being completely put to a limitless halt by the fault
of him.
For 4 days, I cried, wouldnt eat, couldnt sleep, and to make matters even worse I looked
like a cow laying in my bed in a puddle of tissues and tears. When I finally stopped crying, I
went to a hospital appointment to determine how far along I actually was. They told me I was 26
weeks; but Ill have those four weeks to prepare for my babys arrival. Two days later, I was
admitted into the hospital because my placenta fluids being so low- the fluids that babies live in
while theyre in the womb. On September 2nd, two detectives came to the hospital to gather my
terrifying statement of what happened, but as they were asking me, I still couldnt believe the
words that had been coming out of my mouth. When they first asked a few questions, I tried to
be emotionless, but as they told me to tell them as vividly as I can remember, emotion took over.
I cried, I began shaking with pain, I began to be unable to speak, and I was hoping that this was
just a nightmare that I would soon awaken from. Throughout the week, many nurses, doctors,
and people for ultrasounds continued to constantly harass me;they came around too much for it
to be a dream. I was there and so were some of my family members; but, somehow I still felt so
alone, so hurt, so betrayed by the my own family.
On September 4th, I was told that the had to reduce my labor-make me have my baby
sooner than anticipated. They told me that this may be the only way to make sure that both my
baby girl were healthy. For the next 36 hours I was trapped in one room with 4 monitors
hooked to me keeping track of even the slightest change in the heart rate, contractions, and blood
pressure. The last they had me hooked to was an epidural-an anesthetic used to take away feeling
below the waist. They had to numb my entire back to put it in. The most frightening thing was;
the first one wasnt placed in correctly. If not placed correctly, it put me at risk to be paralyzed
waist-down for the rest of my life. During this time, I was not allowed to eat anything solid; f I
got crackers, I was considered lucky. I couldnt sleep, the nurses kept checking on me because I
was so anxious that my heart rate would speed, my blood pressure would raise significantly, and
for a few moments, I couldnt breathe.
Finally, on September 6th, at 3:22 a.m., my baby was here, but there was just one slight
problem; it was a boy, not a girl. The baby girls name would have been SkaiiBellah Golden
Ivy. I had bought many girl clothes, but I was just as happy with my baby boy, ZhiKise JaChai
Eamon Ivy. When I saw my little baby boy, I was so relieved that he was generally healthy. The
first glimpse I got of him, he had his big gray eyes open and was looking at me. He never took
his eyes off me, even as they cut his umbilical cord and washed him off. Its amazing how the
worst thing that has happened to me in my 16 years of life, generated the best that will ever
happen to me.