Everything came together so nicely. We decorated the back yard with balloons and tables and chairs, and a big flag saying " IT'S A BOY". Everyone came in with gifts and hugged me saying congratulations. A sense of serene joy seemed to flow through the air and I couldn't be more grateful at that moment to see how hard my parents worked to take care of me and the baby and that my family and friends never abandoned me when I needed them most. We all played games to see who knew me the best, and we had a word search puzzle to find baby stuff and so on. My moms cooking was more than delicious and my dad and Josh wrote such a lovely song for me and mum called " Never Gonna Leave You".
My cousins were like the police and drowned me with questions, asking me how it felt to carry around a child in my stomach and if I was scared to face labor. I told them I was ready for labor but deep down inside that was a BIG lie. I was more than afraid, as I knew that women and their babies die in labor and it could happen to me. I was also afraid of the pain that every woman said feels like someone stabbing you in the stomach. I had so many fears but it was too late to go back now.
As the day passed by, I continued to chat with my family and friends until the day was done. When everyone had gone, I helped mum clean up along with Josh and dad and when I was done, I opened up all my presents. I had gotten blankets, a bathtub, baby clothes and other nice stuff that I was so excited to see him in. I sat down for a while and scrolled through the internet looking for baby boy names and finally came to the conclusion that I would name him Mordecai, a name from the Bible that I was always fond of. I was so glad to have Mordecai be apart of me and as I rubbed my belly, I thought of all the great things he would be and do in the future. I now understood what they meant when they said a mother's love for her child is greater than any love she would ever have. He was not only apart of me, he was mine, I loved him and so did his father and at that moment I couldn't help but think of how lucky I was to have the love of my life at my side through everything, two lovely parents at my side helping us throughout everything and my soon to come son who I would have to love as mine forever. I felt so grateful to have them not give up on me and love me regardless and as time went by I grew to love each of them more and more.
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