The light shined on the patient. She had beads of sweat on her forehead and her cheeks were as red as apples. I looked across the bed and saw her husband holding her hand as tightly as possible while he held her knee up with the other. His face was full with excitement as his baby was to be born right before his eyes. I look to my right and see the doctor concentrating intensely on the delivery. "I see the head, keep pushing, keep pushing!" The doctor said as his voice grew louder. I count loud enough so that the patient can hear my instructions clearly. As I counted to seven, everybody in the room heard a loud cry. Like music to my ears. "It's a boy!" Said the doctor as he held the baby up so that the father could cut the umbilical cord.
             Then I looked down, and was in shock to see myself lying down on the hospital bed instead of the patient before. It was me; I was the one having the baby. I look across the bed and I see my mom squeezing my hand very tightly. Then all of a sudden I hear a baby cry as well as a buzzer. The buzzer kept getting louder and louder. I wake up. I then realize that I was having a dream about work the day before and then of when I had my child back in 2004, sixteen years ago. I turn off the alarm and lie back down to reminisce about all the obstacles that I had encountered throughout my life already. The biggest obstacle came to me at the very young age of seventeen years old. I became a single teen mother during my senior year of high school. But that did not stop me from achieving anything. Although fulfilling the task of being a working mother while finishing high school was slightly difficult, the hardest part started when I began college. My schedule was completely was absolutely full, but my plan was to take one tast at a time. My schedule was consisted of but not limited to the following; taking care of my son, turning in completed assignments on time ...