been 10 years exactly. I wrote a post for the same event two years ago. I feel the need to rewrite it again this time.
I was 17 years old, short hair, lots of earrings, bold and with the ingenuity and the desire to "split the world" that is typical of that age. Stands out with big belly!
This post is for my son Nicolas. My masterpiece the only thing done well at 100%.
I still remember like it was yesterday ... I was already in hospital for small complications, at 4 am July 4, dreaming of me to pee on him but it was not pee! The waters had broken and my baby would be born. I had no idea what I experienced, what I expected. Not remotely imagine that pain you feel during labor. I felt exhilarated and scared at the same time. My belly is against ever more frequent breaks until such time as they told me: "Ok, now you have to push."
And I pushed, I pushed up to turn purple, using all the strength I had to make sure that my baby could see its first ray of light. At 18:10 was born. I looked for a long time, I checked that everything was ok, I saw for the first time his hands, his feet, eyes, nose and mouth ... and I said to myself: "Wow! He is mine, the 'I did. " In that instant, everything changed. Stop living for yourself and live for quell'esserino clutching her little hand with your finger. From that moment on everything you do will be for him. No matter how many sacrifices you have to do, what pain you have, the times that you will not sleep all night, sick as often, that will make you angry, the times that combine to make you mad so big ... no matter love him no matter what, unconditionally and total.
Becoming a mother will change dramatically and gives you joy that you can not imagine until I try.
I warmly thank my son for all that I won in recent years, for all the love and pride that I had and always try and giving me the opportunity to become a woman and a mother worthy of being called such.
Happy Birthday Nicolas.
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