The test came out positive. I was terrified, excited, and thought that it couldn’t be true. Your dad and I had only been engaged for a short time, heck we hadn’t dated for more than 3 months at that point. You see our love story is a whirlwind. Many think we’re crazy, but we don’t care. We love each other. We didn’t think we could love anything more until you came along. We’re happy to say that we’ve been together for 4 1/2 years now and wouldn’t change anything. It only took moments to fall in love, it was real, it was honest, and it was strong.
The day we found out I was going to have you, we had just celebrated Christmas with my side of the family. I told your dad I had a suspicion, but thought that it couldn’t really be what was going on. I took 3 tests that night. All positive.
We told Grandma first. Grandma and I have always been close and since she was a great example of how to be a mom, I knew I needed her. She was shocked, but not angry. Grandpa on the other hand was upset. Not because he wasn’t going to love you, but your dad and I were young and still getting to know each other. A new baby was a stress that could have waited. After 2 weeks he started to come around.
Your dad’s parents were shocked and a little angry at first. I believe for the very same reasons my dad was. Slowly everyone let it sink in and when you started growing, so did the excitement.
Your dad and I decided to move up the wedding date we had set 2 years out, to just 6 weeks after your expected arrival. You don’t need to be married to have children, but we were already headed down that path. We decided to have a smaller wedding and have our family together sharing the same name.
My pregnancy was slightly challenging, but I feel lucky that it was better than what others experience. I was nauseous constantly and dealt with gestational diabetes, but you were well worth it. Every time you kicked me I was reminded of it.
The doctor decided I need to be induced because I had diabetes. She didn’t want you to big for me to deliver or risk other health issues. They had started the induction process, but I wasn’t supposed to be admitted to the hospital until Monday evening. Early Monday morning, you decided you weren’t going to let someone else tell you when to arrive. If only we had known how much that would relate to your personality just a few short years later.
After roughly 12 hours of being in labor, 5 in hard labor and 4 pushes, you arrived. Beautiful, tiny, and perfect. I had never been so overjoyed. I was proud and you were only mere minutes old.
Everyone gathered in my room. Your grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins. Taking you in, holding you, counting fingers and toes, and realizing the joy only a new baby brings.
I couldn’t stop holding you, staring at you, and admiring the pretty baby in front of me. Your dad and I were terrified, we’ve never done this before, how would we do it. All we knew at that point is that we loved you and no matter what it took, we would make it.
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