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Feeding Time
My blog post is inspired by a reading assignment that I am required to read for my English Composition 1 course title My Name is Margaret by Maya Angelou. The reading is meant for myself along with my classmates to have clarity on how to write a narrative story that we are emotionally bond to. The Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) at University of Pennsylvania hospital was a very high energy place in the afternoons that is usually when the room is pack of very concern parents because afternoon was feeding time. When I walk in font of the NICU I sign my name. The room always smell of medicine,pampers and breast milk with a mixture of hand sanitizer and disinfectant soap, the sounds of the chatter of the nurses and their shoes as you scrub in and wash your hands until it feels like that you had wash your skin off. The lights are bright fifty incubators with babies are line up waiting to be held and feed, as I am walking to my daughter Jordan bed the sounds of the machine are beginning to get louder, I am always wondering how do my baby sleep with all this noise. I pull the tray out with her bottles that the nurse put by her bed along with some medical tape and a sharpie pen, then I look at Jordan check her bed and rub on her tiny fingers and kiss her little feet while her toes are balled up. I sit down the nurse come over and ask me if I am ready I reply yes she bring the cart over with the breast pump as she is pushing it over the wheels are making a funny sound like the cart then had its day. I take the breast pump I pull out my right breast and place the pump suction cup on my breast and turn the on switch to the pump on. The pump makes is a swooshing sound as it is squeezing my breast to extract milk while the pump is working its magic I softly rubs Jordan head for ten to fifteen minutes, by milk take a while to extract because Jordan haven’t latch on my breast for feeding time in a couple of days. Now my breast has no more milk at this time I unhooked the suction cup twist off the bottle portion and wrote bottle 9/8/07 at 3:05 pm as I am taking a deep breath I put the top on the bottle. The nurse comes over and said we are not going to used this bottle for feeding today we are going to store it so when baby Jordan goes home she can have a milk supply, the joy I felt in that moment will always be the best feeling knowing that my baby is getting closer to going home. The nurse continue to say that from this day forward Jordan will feed from your breast while you are here and only feed from the bottle when you are not. I take my baby out her bed and place her tiny body up against mines position her head and latch her on my left breast for feeding time.
6 Comments
Katey
2/4/2019 05:28:36 am
I think it’s amazing what you put congrats on having a child!
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Sabatino
2/4/2019 10:52:01 am
Thanks for sharing such a tender moment from you life story. I see potential in this scene for further development.
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Quiana
2/4/2019 05:41:33 pm
On the scale of 1-5 I am at a three I could have used more to description on the day the lead up to my daughter in the NICU & the delivery because it it is so much to the story I think I am going to use it as my project. Other description will show strength,faith & miracle.
Daniel Weaver-Cooke
2/4/2019 02:02:51 pm
The way you described your emotions toward your child was very moving and powerful, congratulations on having a child.
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Ashley
2/4/2019 04:25:58 pm
Good job on including so many descriptive words, congratulations!
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Gabriella Mendez
2/4/2019 07:07:37 pm
Your use of descriptive words really helped tell the story, congrats on the baby!
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