OMG NEED HELP WITH ESSAY FINAL!!!!!

So I have an essay due in 5 hours.. my classmates reviewed my essay as part of the assignment and now the feedback I have gotten has gotten me lost. Can anyone read it and tell me what can I do to clarify it. It is about "my journey into parenthood". This is how I SEE my main topics.. 1.becoming pregnant, 2. being pregnant/child becoming "real", 3. hospital/birth, 4. bringing baby home, 5. receiving advice from others about being a parent, 6. glad I made the decision to be a parent.
To me this is logical and makes sense.. Here is the essay.. any help is greatly appreciated...

Growing up, I never put much thought into what it would be like to be pregnant or to bring a child into the world. In fact, up until about a year ago when I found out I was expecting, I had never even considered it. A baby didn’t seem like something that fit into my lifestyle, or even had a place in my life at all. I had never even taken care of a baby before. But I was also about to become someone’s mother. It really took a while for that to sink in. I knew it was time to dig deeper and commit myself to what was happening.
Twenty weeks into my pregnancy, I started to finally feel the sensation of a child inside me. Up until this point you wouldn’t know I was pregnant. In fact, I wouldn’t have known myself had it not been for the ultrasound and pregnancy test. At first the feeling was like gas bubbles or a rumble in my lower abdomen, and then graduated to painful kicks and jabs by the end. This was my first glimpse of the constant worry a parent can experience. If I didn’t feel her move around for so many hours I would start to wonder and be on the phone with the midwife at 3am making sure everything was ok. My midwife always assured me that everything was fine.
Also when I was twenty weeks pregnant I had my ultrasound to find out the sex of my child. When I found out it was a girl, it gave the baby more of an identity to me instead of just calling her “it” or “the baby”. We still couldn’t decide on a name for her until she was 2 days old, though.
Flash forward to 30 weeks pregnant. My abdomen is swollen like a balloon, and at some moments you could even see tiny feet or hands poking at me from the inside. My gait has changed significantly and I now waddle like a duck. My stomach would move like jelly sometimes when she was her most active. It felt and looked like I had an alien squirming around inside of me. Being the tiny framed person that I am, which I didn’t know until I got that big, you could almost see everything going on in there like an aquarium of fish if you watched close enough.
As the weeks passed on things became more and more uncomfortable. The little one was running out of room in there, shoving her feet underneath my ribs and bearing her head down on my sciatic nerve. It became harder and harder to walk, bend down, shower, or sleep comfortably. I would always tell her that she better be cute if she’s making me so miserable!
Finally, the night I was scheduled to go into the hospital came. As I left the house that night, I knew that the next time I came home, I would have a newborn child, and my life would never be the same again.
My labor had to be induced a day before my due date, due to gestational diabetes. They hooked me up to an intravenous drip, and the wait for my labor to start began. It was hard to sleep after contractions kicked in, but I did the best I could. The next afternoon, after fifteen hours of labor, my baby Dellah Marie was born and my parenting journey officially began.
The moment the nurse placed her slimy, bloody body on my chest I said, “Holy ***!” and reached out for her. She was wailing loudly and I started to cry right along with her. Her skin was, blue-ish and covered in a white waxy substance. It took a few minutes for her to gain her pink color. She was so beautiful. She looked up at me with her big black eyes and I fell in love instantly. I couldn’t believe what just happened. I couldn’t believe I made this perfect little person.
This is when I started to realize that I didn’t have a clue how to take care of this little person now that she was out of my womb! When she was still a resident inside of me, it seemed like it would be easy and everyone told me it would come naturally. For me, my mothering skills didn’t fully kick in for a few weeks. With the help of the nurses at the hospital, I got off to a pretty good start though.
The hospital staff was so helpful with getting us everything we needed and giving us some much needed baby lessons. They taught us how to properly burp her, sleeping positions for the baby, things to watch out for like her skin color and breathing, and how to swaddle, which was a lifesaver! They also had endless literature and resources available if we needed them. It was amazing to watch the nurses swoop in and fix any problem we had in a matter of minutes. If I ran out of ideas on how to calm the baby, the nurses always seemed to know exactly what to do. They taught us many things that I still use today.
On our last morning there, someone came to tell me that I could finally bring my baby home. I was elated to get us all out of there and back at home where we had comfort and quiet. I had actually been looking forward to this day, but this was it; we would finally be on our own taking care of the baby. No more late night trips to the nursery or magical nurses!
Once we got home though, Dellah was a perfect angel. She was so calm after we left the fast-paced hospital.
After a week or so at home I started getting phone calls and advice galore on what to do, when, and how to do it. Mostly this advice came from my family - whom I obviously trusted – but some of the things they would tell me were the complete opposite of what they told us at the hospital. It became obvious that there was more to being a parent then feeding and changing diapers – and a lot more to consider besides what brand of diapers to buy.
One thing that always bothered me was every time we would bring Dellah to her grandmother’s house she insisted that the baby was always too cold. I tried assuring her that she didn’t need five layers of clothes, a hat, socks, and a blanket to be warm. According to what I was told at the hospital, a baby only needs one extra layer than what I’m wearing to be comfortable – and a blanket counts as a layer, a folded blanket actually counts as two. Plus, I think I know if my baby is comfortable or not. I spend every waking hour with her.
Just recently, now that Dellah is almost four months old, she is starting to gain a personality and come out of her newborn shell a little bit. She is proving to be a little sensitive to stimuli and especially to people she doesn’t know very well. Every time her grandmother comes to pick her up and greets her, she begins to cry and scream loudly. It takes an hour usually before she will calm down. Grandma insists that she is a colicky baby but according to the American Academy of Pediatrics colic begins between 2-4 weeks of age and resolves by six months at the very latest, usually by three months though (healthychildren.org, AAP). Grandma just won’t accept that the baby isn’t used to her yet since she only sees her anywhere from once a week to once every two weeks. According to Lubya Konopasek, an assistant professor of pediatrics at the New York-Presbyterian Weill Cornell Medical Center in New York City, “For infants, the degree of exposure really counts... If your child sees her grandparents once a week, she'll probably recognize them by the time she's 6 to 9 months old, says Konopasek. If she sees them daily, it may take only weeks.” (Lubya, babycenter.com)
Basically, I am trying to say that it is hard to turn down advice from your family members or to tell them that something they are doing is bothering the baby. It’s also hard letting grandma know that the baby doesn't quite know her yet, even though she has seen her frequently since birth. Doing so seems to make them think they didn't do a good job or they did something wrong when they raised their own children. Or feel that they are doing something wrong with being a grandparent. Which isn’t the case; it’s just the fact that all babies are different.
Regardless of all the advice I receive, I have accepted that I am still learning something new about Dellah every day. She is learning something new herself every day so she is constantly changing. Not every baby is the same, and not all babies react the way you’d like them to at certain times (like on a crowded bus full of people, for example.). Becoming a parent has been one of the hardest, most rewarding jobs I have ever had in my entire life. It’s amazing that so far I’ve watched my child grow from a tiny seven pound potato that can’t see more than 8 inches from her face, to a smiley, chunky little four month old who babbles and is learning to play with her toys and even roll over on her own. I can’t wait to see her grow into a toddler and one day a young woman. Maybe she will even have children of her own one day! It’s the experience of a lifetime, and it will last until my time on this earth is done. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s the best decision I’ve ever made.

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