An Alien in a New Galaxy

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An Alien in a New Galaxy
Cara Jean Kamehiro
1 March, 2011
FD2

Ever since I was a little girl, I have always imagined aliens to look like little green people with four or less fingers, big eye(s) or a bunch of little ones, and two short stubby antennas on their heads who fly around outer space in gigantic UFOs and speak different dialect tones. Aliens are said to be nonexistent, so I'll leave picturing an alien to your imagination.

I know such creatures do not exist so I could not believe my eyes when they stumbled across a computer screen that was attached to a television that showed the alien in his thick, liquid bubble, inside me. That was the only way to see him, otherwise he was an unknown creature to the human eye. Technology allowed me to see him, and with my hands and body I could feel him. He did not speak any tones yet, though he does yawn, swallow, hiccup, "breathe" and blink just like us humans. He did have only a couple fingers visible at that moment, but more were on their way soon. He has two big eyes that are closed, a tiny nose and small lips that looked just like mine. No hair on his head like mine, yet, but there were no antennas either. What kind of creature could this be that I am staring at. A UFO was his own spaceship that he just floated and swam in all day long. His UFO was his safety bubble with its own o-zone layer that protected him from all harm of the outer galaxy also known as his outer space. Though he does not fly around galaxies in my outer space, he does swim in a galaxy inside my space. [[THESIS]] Definitely an alien, could be the only word to describe him to some, but I like to call him my baby boy. [[THESIS]]

As the clock struck twelve the night passed and grew to the morning of February twenty-second two-thousand and eleven. I start to end my day, or so I thought, finishing my marathon of The O.C., a television show drama I love. One forty-five strolls along the clock and my eyes start to get super heavy. This baby makes me wobble and waddle like a duck strolling along a river bend. I slowly make my way over to a ship to take me to never, never land, and I realize just before setting foot on dock that there is water every where. Calmly, I walk back to the bathroom to check myself. I exit the bathroom for the second time and turn left to my moms room, where she was laying in bed doing her own Sudoku print outs. "Uhm, mom? I think my water just broke" I say to her as she springs up from her bed faster than lightning. I look at the clock and notice that my water broke at two in the morning. I quietly say to myself, "finally, the UFO is about to land in a new galaxy that was an unknown place to the alien. I am finally getting by body back."

My mom and sister run frantically around the house getting things together to go to the hospital, while I was moving at one mile per two hours, lollygagging to put my things together. I grab my pink Dakine backpack thats been bitten by my four year old bunny and stuff it with a toothbrush, toothpaste, a hairbrush, my phone charger, a stem cell kit, and a change of clothes to come home in when I get discharged. Feeling like I probably forgotten something, I grab my cheap, no brand name, yellow purse that has everything I need in it to get through a day or two. I grab a dark, vibrant, almost blood red towel and squeeze my light brown, Kona Wind brand, rubber slippers on my swollen feet and head out the door.

Finally, I am packed and the morning is dark like night. The air is cooler and thinner than an air conditioner, I love how it makes my skin feel so clean. The stars shone almost as bright as the orange street lights that lined both sides of the street outside my tan and beige colored Kahala town house. Two parallel lines of cars lined the street leaving absolutely no parking space except in front of the designated fire hydrants, leaving my sister, mom and I to walk to the back parking lot in a single file line to get to Lola. My mom's two thousand and nine, tomato red Corolla, that my mom drove tonight to get us to the hospital.

It is two thirty am when I check in at the pink hospital, known by the name of Kapiolani Medical Center for women and children. This is the same hospital where I was born nineteen, almost twenty years ago. Being at the hospital twenty years later, must have sent mixed feelings for my mom, since she was not the one going into labor but her baby of three was.

I was feeling weird with water still oozing from my baby's UFO. It felt like water was escaping all over the hospital's white tile floor. However, my presence did not seem to phase the young adults that were sitting in the waiting room watching the Disney channel, a television station designed for  little kids. I giggled as I watched how entertained they were, because I must look the same way to my mom when I'm entertained by that station. I had a short wait in the waiting room that should not be considered a room. This waiting room was not like the waiting rooms you see on those television shows that was a separate room from the hallways with a door and windows, but a "room" with just a television and a handful of chairs in the corner of the labor and delivery wings entrance. I only had to sit there and wait no more than two minutes leaving me no time to mass text everyone the huge news.

After the short wait I arrived at my first room, that just so happened to be the same room I was in earlier last year for a check up. It is such a small room, it seems to be the size of half a bedroom. This roomed was filled with a sink, a bed, one chair, a wall full of gloves and supplies, and a television. Everything was happening so fast, it was as if the little alien was controlling the whole universe to make way for his grand entrance.

Getting in the hospital mood, clothed in my gown and finally lying in bed number one. Being hooked up to monitors and pricked by millions of needles draining blood and pumping fluids in my vessels. I finally get to finish mass texting everyone, or everyone that knew I was having a baby, which were the close friends and my family. In no time my nurse reentered with a black and blue wheel chair that looked like it was designed for a ten foot persons' torso. Moving to room 301, my bed number two was waiting for me just down the hall and around the corner. Kicking, kicking, kicking so hard, he was pumping all the liquid from inside me out. He must know that I was being wheeled to the room where he was going to make his grand entrance into his new galaxy. 

This room was twice the size of my first room and way colder than any room I stayed in. Its bigger than my bed room at home, and bigger than any master bed I have seen with my own eyes. But all I could do now in this room was wait, and wait and wait, as he kicked harder and more often. It was still dark outside and he was still submerged in darkness. Nurses came in and out of my room every half an hour, leaving my mom and I no time to sleep, not that the alien would let me either. Sooner than ever it was light out and eleven o'clock came in no time.

My mom and I finished watching two new released movies for free on the hospital's television. Shortly after, I got the wonder drug to kill the pain, but getting it is the worst pain ever or the most abnormal feeling in the world. A sharp but dull pain that sends chills and spastic feelings up and down my spine and legs. I Thought I was going to break my nurse's finger as she told me to hunch my back, relax my shoulders and squeeze her finger when I felt the unusual pain in my spine. My nurse thought I would deliver around midnight, though the alien must have felt the pain from the shot on the back of his UFO because the delivery came sooner than anyone expected. Rather than waiting twelve hours, two hours went by with a lot of cramping pains from him pounding "get me out of here." Finally the last hour went by and my alien, my baby finally arrived at two thirteen pm.

The tinniest human from his UFO was the most quietest and cutest thing I had ever seen. Tones started to seek out of his little chest as he lays on top of me and holds my finger, grips it tight and gazes into my eyes bonding with me like he knew my face for years. He is all slimy, a grayish purple color, soft and squishy that if you did not know he was a new born you would think he was an odd purple alien with no antennas. I did not care what he looked like, just as long as he was mine, my flesh and blood, my one and only purple alien.

When he blinks his eyes he still looked like an alien. The movement was so slow, he looked almost uncomfortable as he squinted his whole face with every blink he took. His eye lids are so swollen and puffy I did not know what thin and transparent layer of skin closed over his eyes when he would blink his uncomfortable blink. His eyeballs are all black when he opened them and they had no white around it. With in minutes, he started to look different, more human like. He was no longer slimy, he gained color in his squishy skin and the unexplained sounds emerged from him started to sound like a cry. I continued to examine every microscopic detail of his body, from his hair on his head, to his eyelashes that were long for a newborn, to his extremely long fingers and toes.

I have seen him from a computer, a television screen, pictures of a 3D pixel face and he seemed like galaxies away, to a real life three dimension physical being, laying right in my arms in front of my eyes. I imagine, my own little purple alien crawling amongst us humans and slowly growing everyday, making our one UFO Earth his own personal galaxy waiting to be reborn again.


__X_ Feb. 4 – Intro to paper #2: Portraits
__X_ Feb. 7- Complete readings – all of chap. 13. Optional: “Cucarachas” by Madeline Sonik.
__X_ Feb. 10- Laulima Discussion: Portraits by Lee and Simic.
_X__ Feb. 14- Laulima Discussion: Portraits by Steinbach and Toth.
_X__ Feb. 18- Laulima Posting: Sample from Your Portrait.
__L_ Feb. 25- RD2 due [50 pts] Review the guidelines.
__L_ Feb. 28- Submit three RD2 evaluations. [50 pts] Review the guidelines.
__X_ Mar. 2- FD2 due [125 pts] Review the guidelines.