Small bump

Author's note: Since this is my first piece on my blog I want to kick it off with a good story so today I will be writing about this story I thought of when I was listening to Small bump by Ed sheeran. In this piece I will be focusing on all the areas in the rubric.  I will mostly focus on content and Idea development. I will focus on these by  Demonstrates thorough understanding of text by employing conventional techniques of analysis. I hope you like it.

I pull the car out of the drive way and head to the hospital. Today I will getting my 6th ultrasound because it has been six months since I've found out I am having a baby. I drivly as quick as the speed limit allows me. Once I reach the hospital I speed walk in and check myself in. As I sit there I see this little boy about six years old staring at my stomach. I start to grin but then his mother scolds him for staring. I told him that it was fine and I asked him if he wanted to feel the baby kick, he nodded his head and walked over. I put his hand where the baby usually kicks and saw his face crack into a wide grin, and then he started laughing. The suddenly a nurse walked in and called my name. I stood up and told the boy I had to go and would be right back. Then I walk right into the worst news that has ever been told.

Later I sit there in the office with a full box of used tissues surrounding me. I am still processing what I had found out just a few minutes ago. I look at the clock and see that it as been actually hours since I found out the news. Slowly I stand up and realize that that little boy won't be in the waiting room anymore. Once I reach the hallway I slowly drag my feet to my car and sit in the drivers seat, close the door and start to cry again but I must've cried myself dry because tears are coming out anymore. Soon I realize I'm not sad I am mad. As quick as a flash I whip open my door and scream out at the top of my lungs, "WHY ME?? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE MY BABY?"

Once I finish screaming I collapse to the ground and start cradling my stomach which is now holding my dead baby. I lay there on the ground for what seems like hours until the security guard tells me I have to leave. He helps me up and into my car. When I turn to him to say thank you I notice that he looks like the perfect grandfather with those kind old eyes, and that white hair on the top of his head. Then I look at his whole face and I realize that it has this wise look on it. When this happens I can feel the tips of my mouth curl up into a smile. Suddenly he snaps me back into reality by asking me, "Um not to be rude miss but why are you here?"

He repeats that question until I finally answer. "I just found out my baby died in my stomach and I've been here crying ever since," I quietly answer him. He nods and looks at me with those thoughtful eyes and I know instantly that he knows what I am going through. Then he tells me that he knows what I have gone through, and then he starts to tell his story.

"That's how we lost our baby," He finishes his heart wrenching story. I wipe the tears from my eyes and ask him how he can live with it and he said in the wisest tone ever, "Maybe he was needed up there, but we don't know that yet." 

When he says this I finally accept the fact that my baby was gone and I thank him for helping me realize that. He just nods and says he has to go home to have dinner with his wife. Then as he slowly walks away I turn on the ignition. "Now what do I do," you ask yourself as you drive back home wishing that that guy could help you with that question. Then you think to yourself, 'I guess I will get on with my life just like him.'  So then you quietly agree to yourself that you will do just that and take time to miss the baby until the ache is gone, and you head off to your house to start off fresh with your new life.