THE SEX OF MY BABY

On October 15th we discovered that we are going to be having a little girl, In march of next year. My fiance and I are very excited this will be our first child together. We have also agreed on the name of our daughter. Her name will be Addisyn Amelia Hughes.

More Wonderful Things About Being Pregnant

I am now 18 weeks pregnant with my first baby. This is a wonderful time in my life. The last

time i went to the doctor, we were supposed to be able to find out the sex of the baby. My

baby is so active that she could not get a good look. She says that there is an 80% chance that

the baby is a little girl. Yes, what i have always wanted. I go to the hospital on October 15,

for my big ultra-sound. Hopefully then we will be able to see for sure what the sex of the

baby is. I am so excited to be a mother.

The Seasons of My Life

Warm spring nights, trying but joyful times, and true love falling from the moonlit sky, are just a few of the things that will recapture the past in a way that all can almost relive these events. Gage, I hope that you too will be able to recapture these events as you read on.

First, my parents met. They met at Claremore Lake in April of 1981. Their ages at the time of the meeting were fifteen and twenty-one. I have been told that as my mother pulled up and saw him sitting there playing his guitar and singing, that there was an instant attraction.

After their marriage in September of 1987, my mother became pregnant with me in March of 1988. I was born December 7, 1988 weighing in at six pounds, four ounces. My mother Karen Brewer was age twenty-two and my father Mike Brewer was twenty-eight at the time of my birth. My mother had to have an emergency c-section, due to the fact that I was a star-gazer. (Being a star-gazer is another way of saying that I was faced the wrong way for natural birth.) The doctors over-drugged my mother, so when I was finally born, I was very unresponsive and had an apgar score of two. I had to be on a respirator to help me breathe. I also underwent a series of tests to determine whether or not I would be able to live a normal life. The doctors told my mother that there was a possibility that I could be retarded because of the complications during birth.

When I asked my mother what she thought of me as a baby, the first thing that she said was that I had a big-fat-honker nose like my Papa Tuffy. The second thing that was said was that my family thought I was precious. I was the first granddaughter for both sets of grandparents. My father called me “Daddy’s Baby Girl.” My mother got my ears pierced at two-weeks old. She even used to glue bows to my head, so that people would stop calling me a boy.

I went to Elementary school in Oologah, Oklahoma. My best friends there were: Tessa Heuszel, Nicole Pate, and Sabrina Marrara. We thought that we would be friends forever. We had a lot of fun times. We had our crushes. We had out fights. Through all of this I only managed to stay in touch with one of them, Sabrina. Tessa, Nicole and I were friends through the first part of high school. This lasted till I met my fiancé the summer before my eleventh grade year. I have learned the true meaning of friendship from one of my friends. To this day, we are still friends. She is married and I am getting ready to be a mother.

I went to junior high school in the same place as I did elementary. Junior high was nothing like I expected it to be. I expected it to be exciting. I expected the kids to be more mature. I was wrong. I was made fun of. The older kids were cruel. I think the reason they did the name calling was because they were really insecure with themselves. I was called “poofy hair,” “four-eyes,” and “Pinocchio.” This was also a time when I was really trying to figure out who I was. With the name calling and my insecurities this made it very difficult. I became really depressed. It seemed like I really didn’t have any friends. The friends that I did have really weren’t relating to what I was going through. It was the most depressing time in my life, at least I thought.

High school was supposed to be awesome. It was supposed to be the time I got a boyfriend, when we went on dates, and hung out at the football games. High school proved to be just as bad, if not worse, than junior high. The students were even more judgmental than they were before. High school was not fun. It was awful. The classes were harder. The students pressed everyone to look a certain way. If you were not wearing: Abercrombie and Fitch, Hollister, American Eagle, or something that you could get from the mall then you were an outcast. I was an outcast. My parents didn’t have money for these kinds of things. I was lucky to get a twenty dollar pair of jeans. Even if my parents did have the money to go buy me these things, I doubt they would have. My parents wanted to teach my brother and me the meaning of hard work and to cherish what we did have. They did a good job because now I definitely realize the meaning of money. Then I met someone that helped change my life for the better.

Later, in May of 2005 your father and I met. It was a different, but wonderful, experience. At the time of our meeting your father was twenty-seven and I was sixteen. We met at a friend of the family’s house. You father was the answer to my prayers. If it wasn’t for him I would not be where I am now. He helped to raise my low self-esteem. He helped me see that the people that were saying bad things about me were wrong. I’m not ugly, nor does it matter the clothing that I wear. He also helped me to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I knew I wanted to go to college, but I didn’t know where or what for. I knew that I wanted to work in the medical field. When your father, Jeremy, saw the commercial advertising Community Care College he made the call and set up an appointment for me to check it out. I am so glad that he did this. I have learned so much at C.C.C. Your father and I have gone through some hard times ourselves, but we have made it through them as stronger people. Every day I fall deeper into love with your father. He is a very good husband, and an even better father.

In June of 2007, your father and I received the news that you had been conceived. It is very exciting news. Today, August 27th 2007, your father and I go to hear your heartbeat for the first time. We are so excited. The feelings that I have for you are so strong. I love you so much and we have never even met. When we first meet next year, it will be the best feeling I have ever experienced. To be a mother finally what I have always wanted since I was a little girl will come true.

I wish I could protect you from harm for the rest of your life. I guess I will have to settle for the nine months that you are growing inside me. I promise to be the best mother I can be. I apologize in advance for any times that I am not. Your father and I love you very much.

As the seasons pass in our lives, every moment experienced between our families is cherished. Gage, I hope that after reading this you really have recaptured the essence of the feelings, and the memories of these events. As spring remains the time of falling in love, we embark on the series of events we all call life.

What Do I Want to Be

Going back to school was a very big decision to make. I had to decide where I was going to go to college, and what I was going to be. I knew that I wanted to go into the medical field. I either wanted to go to Community Care College or Oklahoma Health Academy. After visiting both colleges I decided to go to C.C.C. Now all I had left to decide was what my major was going to be. I either wanted to be a surgical technologist or a dental assistant. I thought to myself, “What are the advantages and disadvantages of each of these majors?”

The requirements of a surgical technologist consist of 1,724 hours in the total program. The amount of time it takes to graduate is 85 weeks including the externship. The total amount of externship hours are 500. The total cost of this program is $23,910.00.

The requirements of a dental assistant consist of 1,184 hours in the total program. The amount of time it takes to graduate is 62 weeks including the externship. The total amount of externship hours are 180. The total cost of this program is $16,431.00.

After looking at the requirements, I began to ask myself which one is more interesting? Which one am I more passionate about? I knew that I wanted a career quick. I didn’t want to spend a lot of money on it either. To become a surgical technologist would take so long and cost so much more money. I believe that a dental assisting job would be more interesting. I am also very passionate about teeth, because I didn’t go to the dentist till I was seventeen years old. It made me decide that I wanted to help those who are more fortunate to have good dental hygiene. I decided to become a dental assistant.

This decision was a good one. I have now started my associate classes. I enjoy them very much. I have met friends who have the same major, and are as passionate about dental assisting as I am. I can’t wait till I start my dental classes. It is so exciting to know that when I finish school I will have a degree.

My Motorcycle Accident

I t was the fall of 1995. I was six years old, and had just started kindergarten. I had had my motorcycle for a year now. I was just getting used to the fact that I was on two wheels instead of four, like the four-wheeler. I think that I might have needed a little more practice to do what I did on the day of my accident.

That day started out as any other fall day. The leaves on the trees were an array of colors, orange, red, and yellow. As the afternoon went on, I decided that I wanted to ride my motorcycle, and I wanted my brother,Luke, to ride his four-wheeler. After we had been riding for a while we decided that it would be fun to race. We both went to the far side of the bumpy hay meadow. As soon as we counted to three the both of us were off in a flash. I had the motorcycle pegged to full speed, as I raced down the path towards victory. Right before I reached the finish line I hit a hole in the field. My motorcycle landed on top of my abdomen. The motor was burning me.

After what seemed like an hour, my brother made it inside to tell the adults what had happened. My older brother's friend, B.J., removed the motorcycle from my lower abdomen. He carried me inside to my mother. She started to run me a cold bath. My mother started to undress me. As she got to my undergarments she should have been more careful because my skin was stuck to them. Soon after my bath we left for the hospital. I remember being totally silent on the way there, I felt like I was dreaming, but I knew I was not.

Finally we arrived at the hospital. As soon as we walked into the emergency room, I was snatched from my mother and taken to a room immediately. My mother and I were told that I had a second and third degree burn. We were also told that we were lucky that my third degree burn wasn’t further down, because I would have had to have been transferred to St. Francis Burn Center . As they got me ready for my dressing to be put on, they gave me a shot of Demerol in the butt. They told my mother not to worry, that I would be “out” in a few minutes, so that they could scrap the dead skin off. When they returned, to their surprise, I was still wide awake. However I wish I had not been. The whole time I stayed awake, and did not go to bed till that night.

To this day I have scars from that accident. Everyday when I take a shower it is a constant reminder. For years after my accident I refuse to ride another motorcycle. I guess I never got the practice that I needed to successfully race my little brother, especially since he can ride like the wind now. Now even twelve years later I still do not like motorcycles.

The Trials of Pregnancy

It was July 9, 2007, a very typical summer day, almost breathtakingly hot. That evening was the evening that I learned my life would be changing forever. The results of one test were enough to raise my heart rate and to send an extreme rush of excitement through my body. It was the strangest yet best feeling of my life. It was and is a mind, body, and life changing event.

First I got morning sickness. Morning sickness is awful. It is almost like having a stomach virus every day. It can hit at any time of the day. Then my waistline started to expand, partly because of an increased appetite, and partly because of the changes taking place in my abdomen. As soon as the waistline started to expand I could feel it. It was almost like someone was trying to pull me apart at my waist.

While all of these things are happening, so are a lot more. Because of the pregnancy hormone, and all of the other changes in my body during pregnancy, I am emotionally unstable. I sometimes feel like I cannot control myself. My emotions while being pregnant are like a rollercoaster with peaks and valleys. Some of the feelings I experience are being excited, scared, happy, sad, nervous, and confident. Sometimes I may experience these emotions all at once, separately, or just a few at a time. All of these emotions are normal, but one wouldn’t think so.

Finally, approximately halfway through ones pregnancy, as she is resting quietly, she may feel a faint gentle fluttering in her abdomen that feels like butterflies.I can't wait till I reach this stage in my pregnancy. To feel a life growing inside my stomach is going to be the most unexplainable feeling. This may not be felt again for a few days, but will become more distinct with time. Each day this feeling will grow stronger and more vigorous. Women will sometimes be able to see these movements as the fetus’ limbs poke against the walls of one’s abdomen. This is like the baby is rolling around inside her abdomen.

That hot day in July will always be remembered as a wonderful and glorious day. As the time passes into the spring the birth of my child grows near. Yet again to feel the strangest, yet best feeling of my life.

The Seasons of My Life

Warm spring nights, trying but joyful times, and true love falling from the moonlit sky, are just a few of the things that will recapture the past in a way that all can almost relive these events. Gage, I hope that you too will be able to recapture these events as you read on.

First, my parents met. They met at Claremore Lake in April of 1981. Their ages at the time of the meeting were fifteen and twenty-one. I have been told that as my mother pulled up and saw him sitting there playing his guitar and singing, that there was an instant attraction.

After their marriage in September of 1987, my mother became pregnant with me in March of 1988. I was born December 7, 1988 weighing in at six pounds four ounces. My mother Karen Brewer was age twenty-two and my father Mike Brewer was twenty-eight at the time of my birth. My mother had to have an emergency c-section, due to the fact that I was a star-gazer. (Being a star-gazer is another way of saying that I was faced the wrong way for natural birth.) The doctors over drugged my mother, so when I was finally born, I was very unresponsive and had an apgar score of a two. I had to be on a respirator to help me breathe. I also underwent a series of tests to determine whether or not I would be able to live a normal life. The doctors told my mother that there was a possibility that I could be retarded because of the complications during birth.

Later, in May of 2005 your father and I met. It was a different, but wonderful experience. At the time of our meeting your father was twenty-seven and I was sixteen. We met at a friend of the family’s house. Two years later, in June of 2007, your father and I receive the news that you have been conceived. It was a very exciting experience.

As the seasons pass in our lives, every moment experienced between our families is cherished. Gage, I hope that after reading this you really have recaptured the essence of the feelings, and the memories of these events. As spring remains the time of falling in love, we embark in a series of events we all call life.