Brock, Krishna
October 1, 2003
My experience as a single parent
I recall the most important event in my life was finding out the sex of my unborn child. I now have met all the criteria for this particular ultrasound, which meant that I was now five months. Unable to sleep I arose quite early my Dr. appt was two hours away at UTMB Galveston. My close cousin Keisha would accompany me only because she wants what this family had not seen in years a baby girl. It was now on my shoulders to break the on going trend of blue and bring and a little pink. She unlike the rest of the family already knew that the unreasonable size lump in my stomach was indeed a boy. As we arrived to the appointment 45 minutes late scared that I had missed seeing my child for the first time. Before I could get in the doorway I had already announced that I had arrived for my ultrasound waddling up to the counter out of breath tossing them my insurance card not wanting another minute to keep from my much anticipated ultrasound.
I was immediety ushered into my examine room. This room unlike the others was filled with the latest technology that would predict the sex of my baby. I felt like a child on Christmas day waiting to open that much wanted gift. I was nervous, happy, all at the same time the anxiety was suffocating I had to keep catching my breath. I was assisted to the exam table instructed to raise my shirt so that only the stomach part was showing. Since this was a special occasion the gel that would normally be cold and send chills through body had been warmed prior to being applied to my stomach. The ultrasound was not only to tell the sex of the baby but also, to ensure that all was well with the growth of the child and that during the course of the one-hour exam if you so choose to find out the sex of your child. To make you feel apart of the exam a twenty-inch screen television was positioned so that I could watch as the tech went through each system measuring all parts it actually became rather boring. I began to conversant with my cousin to pass the time. As we talked we both looked at the television at the same time the tech who did not say a word had typed across my babies private parts “It’s a boy” the room became silent. Keisha disappointed knowing that now she had lost all hopes of it being a little girl sat down in dismay. As the tech and I laughed at her I lay there I knew all along that this somewhat large knot that would ripple and make waves across my stomach was indeed a boy. I could now give my child an identity start thinking of names buying his clothes but most of all I could now answer that annoying question “What are you having” I now answer with confidence and say it’s a boy. I anticipated his birth waiting the day that I could behold his sweet face. In a few months instead of showing off his ultrasound pictures that nobody but, parents could ever make out and actually think is cute, I would have him to show off a little bundle of joy. I vowed that he would always have all that he ever needed and wanted I was going to be the perfect parent. I had read every magazine, watched every baby show, listened to every bodies advise I was ready so I thought. Towards the end of the pregnancy reality started to set in I was going to not just be a parent but a single parent. I was having a son how could I raise him to be a man and to have ways of a man. I had to get ready I only had a few weeks left to condition myself for this task that would last a life time. I did not know if I was ready all along of so ready I felt like backing out but of course it was too late for that. Concerns about what was going to happen after the child was born started to spark up what was I going to do now.
