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From the moment I wished for you, to the moment my prayers were I knew you were granted. Those nine months of carrying you were filled with joy, worry, excitement, and love. I was inspired by your presence on this journey like no other.
But when it was finally time to bring you into the world, I I felt a wave of fear and pain unlike anything I had ever experienced. I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I lay in the delivery room, and the idea of losing you horrified me. The anguish was intolerable, and the hours seemed to last for days. I did my best to exert pressure, but it was never sufficient. Even though my body was weak, but my love for you was stronger than ever.
The last thing I wanted to think about was having to have a C-section, but I knew I had to do everything I could to make sure you were safe, so I pushed harder, thinking, “Push harder, or we’ll have to do a CS.” I could feel my power fading away with each push, but I knew I had to continue. After what seemed like an age, I finally heard your first cry. I had never heard a sound so wonderful.
I was greeted by nurses and hospital workers when I woke up, and they were all asking how I was doing. I questioned where you were since you were the only thing on my mind. I was so very relieved when they informed me you were secure in the nursery. I cried when I saw your photo because I knew that my love for you would only continue to grow more profound with each passing day.