story5864.xml
Title
story5864.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-12
911DA Story: Story
i was in no way directly connected to any of the events of that day, but i am an American!
I was very, very, extremely pregnant at that time (due date: the 15th). so my morning started out like all the ones previous, slow and sluggish (any woman who's ever been pregnant will understand those last few days). i walked out of my bedroom and flipped on the television, just like i did every morning. the second plane had just hit the WTC when i turned on the t.v. it TOTALLY caught me off guard. i called my sister-in-law to find out what was going on cuz i just couldnt comprehend it all. like every other person i was glued to my t.v.
i'd been getting prepared to give birth to my first child 'any day now'so i was already in a wierd emotional state. i remember that as the events from that day unfolded before my eyes, i started telling my unborn child what was going on; i dont know why i did that. then i just started bawlling my eyes out. i was just overwhelmed with every emotion. i was so excited that i was going to be having a baby soon. that is a feeling that cannot be described. also, i felt deep saddness and loss for those directly affected. i recently went through a miscarraige, two months ago, so i understand to a degree, the emotions that one goes through when you experience a any kind of loss of life. i felt anger. how could ANY human be so hard-hearted and cold. i thought 'what kind of world was my child going to grow up in?' i still, today (9/11/02), cry when i hold my little girl. i know so many kids lost their parents; many were born after the 11th and they will never know their daddies. it rips me apart. sometimes i think 'on a day when so many people lost their lives, i was bringing a new one into this world' even to me it didnt seem fair.
i connect 9/11 with baby being born so i do everything i can to let my daughter know how much i love her. she will be 1 year old on the 15th. we love her too much. my husband and i are so thrilled by her.
I was very, very, extremely pregnant at that time (due date: the 15th). so my morning started out like all the ones previous, slow and sluggish (any woman who's ever been pregnant will understand those last few days). i walked out of my bedroom and flipped on the television, just like i did every morning. the second plane had just hit the WTC when i turned on the t.v. it TOTALLY caught me off guard. i called my sister-in-law to find out what was going on cuz i just couldnt comprehend it all. like every other person i was glued to my t.v.
i'd been getting prepared to give birth to my first child 'any day now'so i was already in a wierd emotional state. i remember that as the events from that day unfolded before my eyes, i started telling my unborn child what was going on; i dont know why i did that. then i just started bawlling my eyes out. i was just overwhelmed with every emotion. i was so excited that i was going to be having a baby soon. that is a feeling that cannot be described. also, i felt deep saddness and loss for those directly affected. i recently went through a miscarraige, two months ago, so i understand to a degree, the emotions that one goes through when you experience a any kind of loss of life. i felt anger. how could ANY human be so hard-hearted and cold. i thought 'what kind of world was my child going to grow up in?' i still, today (9/11/02), cry when i hold my little girl. i know so many kids lost their parents; many were born after the 11th and they will never know their daddies. it rips me apart. sometimes i think 'on a day when so many people lost their lives, i was bringing a new one into this world' even to me it didnt seem fair.
i connect 9/11 with baby being born so i do everything i can to let my daughter know how much i love her. she will be 1 year old on the 15th. we love her too much. my husband and i are so thrilled by her.
Collection
Citation
“story5864.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 14, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/12525.