I remember like it was yesterday... It was the hottest summer of my life and I was 9 months pregnant. Although my son was due on the 11th of August, he wasn't born until the 22nd. It was around 5 pm when I went into labour. I called a cab and me and my daughter went to the hospital.
With Emily only being 18 months old, I had to be okay, even when I wasn't. She kept looking at me, asking "okay, mommy?" It took almost 2 hours for my mom to get to me. And then that's when I felt safe enough to cry.
10 hours of labour and there he was. Since his father had chosen not to attend, his birth nor his life, I named him after my father... David. He weighed 8lbs, and was gorgeous.
Unfortunately, I got toximia really bad when labour started. I swelled up like a balloon. I could barely walk, the swelling was so bad in my legs and feet that it was cutting off the circulation, and I didn't have much feel.
I was on meds for the first 24 hours, which caused me to sleep for the first 19. When I woke, I could really remember what David looked like. And that scared me. I fought for 4 hours with the nurses, before they finally let me hold him. I felt bad because he was new in this world, and he didn't really have his mom. I was so glad to have him with me, that I never wanted to let him go.
Now he's 5 1/2. And although he's growing up, he's still me little man... |