The Happiest moment of my Life
It all started on a mid-spring night at about 11:55 when my sister started having labor pains. I really did not know anything was going on until I was frantically awakened by my mom screaming like a crazy person. I jumped out of bed and quickly realized my sister might be in labor, we needed to get to the hospital and fast.
I threw on any clothes I could find that were scattered across the floor of my room and waited very excitedly until it was time to go. “We are leaving for the hospital; her contractions are five minutes apart,” Mom yelled. “Wait on me!” I said, as I panted running for the house, noticing I had forgotten my shoes. I then knew this night was going to be one of the happiest moments of my life. It was about 12:30 when we finally arrived to the baby floor of the Greenville Memorial Hospital. When we got to the desk, the nurse took one look at my sister and said, “Come on, baby girl; let’s get you to a room. I’m sure your mom can handle the paper work.” As the nurse got my sister settled in her room, I frantically paced the waiting room floor.
I could not build up the courage to go in the delivery room; I was very worried and wanted everything to go safely for my sister and her baby. I eventually came to the decision to just stay in the waiting room with my dad and cousin. It felt like hours that we were sitting there in silence. Then the waiting room phone in rang, breaking the almost unbearable silence, “Br-iiing” “Br-iiing”. It was my mother saying my sister just had a bladder infection, and she would be released in about an hour. Having been under the impression of going home, I looked forward to returning to my warm bed and peaceful slumber.
Then the unexpected happened. At 2:00 a.m., my sister’s water broke in the middle of the elevator floor, and we were forced to return to the baby floor of the hospital. The doctor then informed us that she had dilated about one centimeter and we could expect a baby by daylight. Now that my sister had been admitted in the hospital for the second time that night, we knew our lives were about to change for the better. We all sat around the waiting room, waiting until it was time for my sister to deliver her baby boy.
Finally 10:00 a.m. came, and the nurse strolled out of the double doors to tell us we were about to have a baby boy, and my sister was ready to start pushing. I was so tired, but when I heard that news, sleep was the last thing on my mind. With a burst of energy, I ran to the delivery room to be by my sister’s side to hold her hand as she became a new mother. This is how it all began. Standing by my sister and holding her hand, I couldn’t think of any other place I would rather be. Sweat dripping down her head and the bones crushing in my hand I knew I was about to meet my very first nephew. “Push!” the doctor exclaimed, “One last big Push!”
That last push brought out something I never would have imagined: tears rolling down my face I had never seen anything more beautiful. Having just met this amazing little baby I could not yet understand how I could already love him more than life itself. Just by hearing the little sweet cry of baby Amar’e, it made me the proudest aunt in the world. Although I only got three hours of sleep, and I looked like a walking rainbow, I wouldn’t trade this day for anything in the world. I was so honored to be able to hold my sisters hand and be there with her as she became a new mother. Amar’e is truly a gift from god, and this will always be one of the happiest moments of my life.