Mia's Coping Journal

Mia Hernandez

6/26/19

I am pregnant, I am pregnant, I am pregnant. I find myself always caressing my stomach and singing soft lullabies, cooing at my baby. I feed them my favorite foods, and my least favorite seeing what they prefer. My baby has a thing for sweets and absolutely hates any kind of meat. The first time I threw up from the disagreement, I laughed. Clutching the toilet bowl laughing in adoration. Mrs. Stanes comes over every other day with more food than I can handle, and she brushes my hair humming. She tells me about the folklore stories around these lands and about the creature living in the deep section of the forest. My baby will be one of those beings. I’m not as scared as I thought I’d be when I think about that.

7/17/19

He’s growing fast, and strong every day. So fast it’s almost frightening. Mrs. Stanes told me his gender earlier today when she read my tarot cards she then asked the forest for confirmation. When we were standing outside, she told me I had a strong and divine being growing in my womb, and then she told me to expect any day, that can’t be right it’s too early to be giving birth. She assures that he is coming though, and that he wants to meet me.

7/29/19

He’s divine, so exquisite with wild, curly, red hair and a face full of freckles. He looks nothing like me but that hardly matters, he came from me, he is mine. The labor was excruciating, but it was the best feeling I’ve ever had before, and when he finally came out, I forgot to breathe. He didn’t cry but little vibrations came from his chest, they tickled me. When my boy is fussy, he tugs at the loose strands of my hair and makes little noises like he’s trying to talk to me. He hates his clothes too, always pawing at the material and scrunching his round face. I thank god for Mrs. Stanes and the baby supplies she’s given me. She teaches me the basic of caregiving and learning it brings a warm fuzzy feeling to my stomach. I love him so much.