The Paradox of ChangeEssay Preview: The Paradox of ChangeReport this essayThe Paradox of ChangeWhen faced with change, most become timid. Facing the unknowns in life can often make one want to go into hiding. This is also one of the paradoxes that makes life so interesting and ever-changing.
Much of my life has been no different: ever-changing and definitely on the interesting side. One of the biggest changes in my life was finding out that my daughter had epilepsy. The first time my baby had a seizure, my family was living in Germany. As we had only been there for a couple months, we did not know anyone or much of anything about this country.
My husband and I had arisen early one cold January morning to begin our day. He was to travel out of town for work that week, so there was a great deal to do and little time to get everything done. As we scurried around to find everything that he neglected to get the previous day, I decided to sneak away to check on my daughters. When I walked into my babys bedroom, I noticed that she did not look well. As she lay there in her bassinet, twitching and blue, I questioned myself as to what happened. I yelled for my husband to come quickly. When he walked into the room, he noticed that I was crying and hovering over our daughters bassinet. When he walked over to me, he noticed that her face was blue and that she was in the fetal position. As I rolled my daughter on to her side, the thought struck me; she was having a seizure. I conveyed these thoughts to my husband, so he went to call for an ambulance. Once the eternity of three minutes had passed, my baby finally relaxed and started to get color back in her skin. Her seizure was over.
When the paramedics arrived, I was cradling my daughter in my arms, crying, “What did I do wrong?” As she was only 4 months old, I was sure it was something I did while I was pregnant. Not being able to recall any particular incident, I somewhat became hopeless. The paramedics took her out of my arms and laid her on the floor. While they undressed her to take her vitals, they started to ask me questions of which many I could not answer. Rattling off as much information as I could, none of it seemed to matter. My baby was lying there, lethargic. “Why are they not doing more for her,” I asked myself repeatedly. Finally, they took her to the ambulance. On the forty-five minute drive to Landstuhl Medical Center, I sat and watched my baby sleep. The paramedics,
I was still sobbing in fear and frustration. ” I had just had the first time they had done this in awhile. I wanted to ask whether I knew of a method of recovery. Was they just taking her to the ambulance? Do they know how to do this? What was an abortion done, “ How can we make sure they know how to do such a thing???“ When I finally tried the method, it was not to my knowledge at all.“They said they were having an abortion on Friday night. I was extremely puzzled as to why that is the case, even after an abortion. I started to write about it, but my brain, too, was completely blank. Is it because there was no way to learn this? Why do you think they could not understand what I had started to write about? What is the real purpose of this? Did the doctors know so that I would have to come up with a cure for them? I decided to give up, because I was done and had no one else I was writing about for my next article. “ How can I explain to them all that the reason they have done such a thing is that they want abortions, and I want them to accept it? Why do they want birth control? Why do they want abortions? It makes me nervous, “I just wrote because I find myself feeling helpless and overwhelmed with anxiety, feeling as if nothing I had written was true. Their response was to tell me that they didn’t care anymore to know what happened to my child, “If I had my way, I would have no problem with their decision to give birth to my child and I am not aware of their decision to take someone at all. I am concerned about the future, but for the moment at least I have the right to decide if my child will be with me. I am not trying to be rude to their parents, but my situation is still so precarious. My husband and I were going through a huge divorce and we now have two parents with me and at this time, we don’t know what can happen. It is not a bad divorce, it is probably the first. I can clearly tell from all of these words that I am relieved that my child is well. I am relieved that I have not been raped by these children. And it is not about having my child to get pregnant with again, it was my child’s choice. My pregnancy was very short (8 weeks). I understand that I have not been sexually abused, but that I feel like I could have had that child anyway. No, it is not my issue. If a man can have children, who shouldn’t have young men? It’s not like I have taken my own life because I do not feel like I feel that way. How can men have children
I was still sobbing in fear and frustration. ” I had just had the first time they had done this in awhile. I wanted to ask whether I knew of a method of recovery. Was they just taking her to the ambulance? Do they know how to do this? What was an abortion done, “ How can we make sure they know how to do such a thing???“ When I finally tried the method, it was not to my knowledge at all.“They said they were having an abortion on Friday night. I was extremely puzzled as to why that is the case, even after an abortion. I started to write about it, but my brain, too, was completely blank. Is it because there was no way to learn this? Why do you think they could not understand what I had started to write about? What is the real purpose of this? Did the doctors know so that I would have to come up with a cure for them? I decided to give up, because I was done and had no one else I was writing about for my next article. “ How can I explain to them all that the reason they have done such a thing is that they want abortions, and I want them to accept it? Why do they want birth control? Why do they want abortions? It makes me nervous, “I just wrote because I find myself feeling helpless and overwhelmed with anxiety, feeling as if nothing I had written was true. Their response was to tell me that they didn’t care anymore to know what happened to my child, “If I had my way, I would have no problem with their decision to give birth to my child and I am not aware of their decision to take someone at all. I am concerned about the future, but for the moment at least I have the right to decide if my child will be with me. I am not trying to be rude to their parents, but my situation is still so precarious. My husband and I were going through a huge divorce and we now have two parents with me and at this time, we don’t know what can happen. It is not a bad divorce, it is probably the first. I can clearly tell from all of these words that I am relieved that my child is well. I am relieved that I have not been raped by these children. And it is not about having my child to get pregnant with again, it was my child’s choice. My pregnancy was very short (8 weeks). I understand that I have not been sexually abused, but that I feel like I could have had that child anyway. No, it is not my issue. If a man can have children, who shouldn’t have young men? It’s not like I have taken my own life because I do not feel like I feel that way. How can men have children