Lora Garcia
Mr. Murphy
English 51
1 March 2009
My Hospital Room
A couple of weeks ago I had a baby by Cesarean Section and had to stay in a hospital for a few days. During this time, I was aware of everything in my room during my stay.
In my room there were lots of things around me. There was an I.V. stand next to me for most of the time with tubes connected to my arm. There was a television for my roommate and I to share. I saw the pale colored walls in each of the four corners of the room, not very vibrant or colorful at all. In fact, I don’t think the room was cheerful either.
I remember the smell of the room, with it’s sanitary sprays and cleaners. I guess it stays fresh and clean, especially since there is someone from housekeeping there about every four hours. I also remember the smells of the food they brought three times a day. I liked when I started to smell that food coming around the corner to my room. It felt like I was always hungry and waiting for food.
When I tasted the food, it was like I had not eaten in days. Even though each bite went down very quickly, I loved the flavors each meal had. It was so delicious and nutritious at the same time. I had no complaints about my hospital food at all.
As I was recovering in my room after the surgery, I could hear my roommate’s crying baby and her calling for the nurse all of the time. I also heard nurses walking by and talking, not to mention coming into the room checking my vitals and taking blood samples at all hours of the night and morning.
Finally I got to hear the sweet sounds of my own baby. As I held him in my arms, all the pain I felt to have him, seemed like a distant memory at that point. It all seemed worth it just to touch his little hands and feet for the first time. I just want to hold him in my arms forever.
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