Rough draft paper 1 Group B

Celestina DaSilva

2/18/15

Rough Draft Paper #1

Group B

       My daughter's name is Isabella. I know that would be her name from the moment I held the positive pregnancy test. My best friend Sylvia told me it could be a boy, she was there that day and looked so happy for me. I remember feeling scared and nervous. Was I ready to be a mom? What would my parents say? As you probably already figured out, my pregnancy was unplanned and I'm unmarried. Isabella is 1 year and 5 months old. Many people say she looks like her father, my mother doesn't want to admit it and says Isabella looks like her. My parents love my daughter, probably more then me and my sisters. I told them I was pregnant about 4 days after I found out. They weren't happy but they also weren't upset like I thought they would be. My dad wanted me to get married, but I refused to allow the fact that I was pregnant to determine if I should get married. My boyfriend surprisingly agreed with my father but I feel that he just wanted to get on my dad's good side.

      Isabella's nickname is Bella, I'm sure you know that. She is the love of my life. It's amazing how much love I have for her. The day she was born will be a day I never forget. A natural birth. The contractions hit me around 8 pm on September 21st 2013. i went for a walk with my boyfriend to ease the cramps I was feeling. I didn't realise what I was feeling was contractions. My parents, sisters, aunt and uncle, cousins, and second cousins were at my aunt's house celebrating my little cousin Anderson's birthday. My aunt lives a cross the street from were my family lives. So when i got back home still in pain my boyfriend called my mother home and it didn't take her very long to get back. She took one look at my tear filled face and announced we were heading to the hospital. My mother is the type of woman that leads others. She's strong and brave, I admire her and all she's acomplished regardless of the life she had. 

       Bella loves grandma. We joke around and call my mother Bella's second mom. She gets excited when grandma gets home and doesn't want to be separated from her until she knows for sure grandma isn't going anywhere. When Isabella entered the world it was my mother who reached over the doctor's and nurse's arms and kissed her on her forehead. Yes, she kissed Bella covered in all those bodily fluids. I'm still in shock but I probably would of done the same if I was not stuck in the hospital bed being cleaned and sowed up. My mother was handed Bella and it looked as if she would never let go. The love the two of them have for each other is very apparent. My daughter loves grandma and grandma loves Bella. Later Bella laid wrapped in a home made knitted blanket from grandma. The same blanket that lays in the living floor were Bella lift it this morning before heading out. I like to think of that blanket being a hug from my mother when Bella is away from her. 

    I remember when Bella would hold on to furniture or my legs to move around the apartment. She was scared to let go but wanted to get around. The day she finally did had me in tears of joy. Bella was in grandma's living room with grandma, I had just arrived from work to pick her up. I was standing in the doorway of the living room speaking to my mother. Bella was holding on to the couch and turns to look at me with the biggest smile on her face and takes her first no help from anything or anyone steps. Four steps and she was in my arms. I was so happy. Then my mother called her and she went back to grandma. I called my sisters and Carlos to come see. This moment was so precious to me, I was afraid she would stop. Now a days I wish she would stay still for a more then a second. It's how we always want more and forget to treasure what we have at the moment. I remember being in a rush for her to speak. Now it would be nice to have some quiteness. Let me make it clear though,  Bella still doesn't speak really, it's more like she babbles and says certain words that let me know what she wants. Like bubu means juice. I've learned to not push her into growing and just enjoying the journey. And I guess that's how parenting is, we learn as we go. No one's perfect but if you're thinking of your child and try to do the best, that's all that I feel is important.

    Bella currently has a ear infection but that doesn't stop her. She's running around the apartment with no big sign of being sick, except her runny nose that's pink from endless attemps by myself of cleaning the snot dripping down. She's always been a happy baby. Unless she gets a fever. Then you can find her crawled up in my arms. I love holding her. Smelling her hair and feeling her little hand play with my lip. Yes my lip. Since she was about 4 months old she began that little and sometimes annoying habit of playing with my lips while she drifts to sleep. I don't know how it started or why it started. As a child and even sometimes now, I've twirled my hair to sleep or to relax myself. My daughter likes pinching and rubbing the lips of the person holding her.