In my life I have had many good and easy days, as well as many hard and tough days. Life has been full of fun times, and of hard and challenging times. However, the toughest day of life would have to be the day where I wasn't sure if my mom and sister were gonna live or die.
Okay, I know that seems very dramatic, and right now I just want to make it clear that it's probably not what you're thinking. You're probably thinking something like "I bet they got in a car accident or something like that", but in fact, a car accident is not even close to what caused my mom and sister's near death. What caused it was actually my mom's high risk pregnancy. The unborn baby and my mom were both very, very sick, and we didn't know if they were gonna make it or not. You see, the whole time my mom had been pregnant, she had be on bed-rest (which means she had to stay in bed the whole time, if you were unsure of what bed rest meant) and we had to spend the summer on Oahu because of her high risk pregnancy (in between my dad going back and forth between Oahu and Kauai because of work) but then near the end she started getting better, and the baby too. I was so happy, and I remember thinking "Okay, now everything's gonna be fine. I have nothing to worry about now". I think everyone else in my family thought the same thing too. I guess that's why that night when it both her and the baby started getting worse all of a sudden, it really shocked us all.
I still remember the night clearly. My Grandma, my sister, and I went to visit my mom and my dad, and I remember thinking "Yay!! My mom's better, the baby's looking healthy, and tomorrow if everything goes well, I'll have another little sister!". As it turned out, everything DIDN'T go well. At all. My grandma, my sister, and I had to wait a really long time to see my mom, and while we were waiting, my dad came out to talk with my grandma, but he didn't let me and my sister hear. It looked like he had been crying (which is really rare, trust me) and after he talked to my grandma, she looked really worried. Yeah, those we're not good signs. We waited a little longer, and then a doctor came out, and told us we could visit my mom.When I walked in the room, I could see my mom had being crying too. She looked so weak, and just thinking about it makes me wanna cry. She had gotten gifts for both me and my sister, just in case she didn't make it, and right when she was giving me the locket that she had gotten for me, the doctor abruptly said after looking at the monitor "The baby is not doing good. We need to operate immediately! Let's go!" and all of a sudden, my mom was gone, wheeled away in her stretcher, with all the doctors with her. It suddenly felt so empty. We had to go immediately, and I remember the last thing my dad said to me was "It'll be okay". But as we left the hospital that night, I couldn't help but think "Would it be okay?". I stayed up that night wondering if my mom and sister would be all right.
Well, turns out, my mom and sister were fine. Miraculously, my sister was born with no disorders or anything like that, and she was pretty healthy, besides the fact that she was less than five pounds at birth. Everyone was so relieved, especially my dad. I remember looking at my baby sister and thinking how perfect she was. It hard been hard eight months, but the result was so was so worth it. And through the whole experience, it had taught me some pretty big lessons. First, it taught me how caring and loving some people were. During the whole summer, so many people had reached out to our family, and I'll never forget how much all the letters of encouragement, phone calls, texts, and visits meant to my family. It really inspired me to be more like that, and when I hear of someone in need or going through a hard time, really taking some of my time to go out of my way for them. The biggest lesson it taught me though, was how important family is. It's kind of funny how, when everything is good, you tend to take things (or people) for granted, but then when something goes wrong, you really see how amazing they are. That's what happened that summer: I really saw how amazing family is. And now, one and a half years later, it doesn't change the fact that I still get mad at my family sometimes, or we get in arguments sometimes, but it does remind me to,when I'm mad, really take a moment to think back on how amazing they are and all they do for me. And when I do that, well, it changes my whole perspective.
In conclusion, the night where I wasn't sure if my mom and sister were gonna live was the toughest day of my life. However, through it all, I learned some pretty big lessons,like how caring some people are and how important family is. But the most important thing was that in the end, it all turned out okay.
P.S. Sorry if this blog was a little hard to understand and was kind of confusing :). Okay, bye!
Okay, I know that seems very dramatic, and right now I just want to make it clear that it's probably not what you're thinking. You're probably thinking something like "I bet they got in a car accident or something like that", but in fact, a car accident is not even close to what caused my mom and sister's near death. What caused it was actually my mom's high risk pregnancy. The unborn baby and my mom were both very, very sick, and we didn't know if they were gonna make it or not. You see, the whole time my mom had been pregnant, she had be on bed-rest (which means she had to stay in bed the whole time, if you were unsure of what bed rest meant) and we had to spend the summer on Oahu because of her high risk pregnancy (in between my dad going back and forth between Oahu and Kauai because of work) but then near the end she started getting better, and the baby too. I was so happy, and I remember thinking "Okay, now everything's gonna be fine. I have nothing to worry about now". I think everyone else in my family thought the same thing too. I guess that's why that night when it both her and the baby started getting worse all of a sudden, it really shocked us all.
I still remember the night clearly. My Grandma, my sister, and I went to visit my mom and my dad, and I remember thinking "Yay!! My mom's better, the baby's looking healthy, and tomorrow if everything goes well, I'll have another little sister!". As it turned out, everything DIDN'T go well. At all. My grandma, my sister, and I had to wait a really long time to see my mom, and while we were waiting, my dad came out to talk with my grandma, but he didn't let me and my sister hear. It looked like he had been crying (which is really rare, trust me) and after he talked to my grandma, she looked really worried. Yeah, those we're not good signs. We waited a little longer, and then a doctor came out, and told us we could visit my mom.When I walked in the room, I could see my mom had being crying too. She looked so weak, and just thinking about it makes me wanna cry. She had gotten gifts for both me and my sister, just in case she didn't make it, and right when she was giving me the locket that she had gotten for me, the doctor abruptly said after looking at the monitor "The baby is not doing good. We need to operate immediately! Let's go!" and all of a sudden, my mom was gone, wheeled away in her stretcher, with all the doctors with her. It suddenly felt so empty. We had to go immediately, and I remember the last thing my dad said to me was "It'll be okay". But as we left the hospital that night, I couldn't help but think "Would it be okay?". I stayed up that night wondering if my mom and sister would be all right.
Well, turns out, my mom and sister were fine. Miraculously, my sister was born with no disorders or anything like that, and she was pretty healthy, besides the fact that she was less than five pounds at birth. Everyone was so relieved, especially my dad. I remember looking at my baby sister and thinking how perfect she was. It hard been hard eight months, but the result was so was so worth it. And through the whole experience, it had taught me some pretty big lessons. First, it taught me how caring and loving some people were. During the whole summer, so many people had reached out to our family, and I'll never forget how much all the letters of encouragement, phone calls, texts, and visits meant to my family. It really inspired me to be more like that, and when I hear of someone in need or going through a hard time, really taking some of my time to go out of my way for them. The biggest lesson it taught me though, was how important family is. It's kind of funny how, when everything is good, you tend to take things (or people) for granted, but then when something goes wrong, you really see how amazing they are. That's what happened that summer: I really saw how amazing family is. And now, one and a half years later, it doesn't change the fact that I still get mad at my family sometimes, or we get in arguments sometimes, but it does remind me to,when I'm mad, really take a moment to think back on how amazing they are and all they do for me. And when I do that, well, it changes my whole perspective.
In conclusion, the night where I wasn't sure if my mom and sister were gonna live was the toughest day of my life. However, through it all, I learned some pretty big lessons,like how caring some people are and how important family is. But the most important thing was that in the end, it all turned out okay.
P.S. Sorry if this blog was a little hard to understand and was kind of confusing :). Okay, bye!
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