I’ve been blogging for a while under another name as a single mom but when I was contacted about this new blog starting up I decided it was time for a fresh start. So you maybe are wondering where I’m going to start with this. I will start from the day my family became complete. It was almost 2 years ago and now looking back at it all it seems like a fairy tale. I went from homeless, poor, and alone to finding the love of my life (just "Love" from now on), having a home, and having a complete family.
I’d technically been in labor for a day and a half already but I wasn't dilating yet. The pain just kept getting worse and worse. I finally called my mother who had just come to town the day before. I just couldn't take the pain anymore. My mom came over and sat with me while she timed my contractions. It was definitely time for my boy to make his big debut into the world. I don’t think he will ever understand how big his birth was for me, or at least not until he has his own children.
My mom got me in the car and we went to pick up my step-dad. I was in so much pain and they were cracking jokes the whole time; it's a wonder I didn't strangle them both! It seemed like my mom was going over every possible pot hole and railroad track on the route and my step-dad was making all kinds of jokes about my water breaking and my son being born in the rental car; they're lucky I was in so much pain. I was in way too much pain to strangle the both of them. For the record, my water never broke on it's own, the doctors had to do it for me.
We got to the hospital and I was admitted. They put me in a wheel chair despite my telling them it hurt worse when I was sitting. They put me in labor triage and I was there for what felt like hours with a RN telling me that I wasn't in labor. We all knew I was but because it wasn't registering on the monitor she swore I was having Braxtin Hicks. Finally, thanks to my cousin who had delivered at the same hospital, a midwife decided that my contractions weren't registering because I was having back labor. They waited to move me til I was at 3 cm. Once I was moved thing started to get hazy. I was given Nubian first, really didn't work. People came in and out. They put me on an oxygen mask because my O2 levels were low. They gave me the epidural. Then the next thing I remember is the beautiful moment my son was born. He was born the day before I was suppose to be induced. I panicked at first, I couldn't hear him cry. They laid him on my chest while they finished up. He had a lot of hair for a newborn. His body was covered in fine, newborn baby hair; even to this day Mini me has a hairy back. His eyes were dark brown almost black but I could see him staring right at me. He reached straight for my hand. I cried like I never had in my whole life. The most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my life and he was right there and mine. After everyone had come and gone--I'd be willing to bet the hospital had never had that many people waiting for a single baby!--I was left with my son and my thoughts. I couldn't sleep. I don’t like hospitals and sleeping in one was not something I was thrilled about. Never the less I had one of the best accomplishments of my life a little boy who looked like he was made completely of me. My life, my love, my angel, my mini me
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