Leonor
It
was 29th of October at 5:00 AM. I was sleeping, and I never thought that day my
life would change so much in few hours. Suddenly, I woke up, and my heart
raced. I woke up your father and began our adventure. It's time!. You chose to
leave my belly and see the world.
I was
8th months pregnant with a good pregnancy. I had been enjoying the wait to get
to know this new little person who would make me feel as though I was in second
place. But please don't misunderstand me; I was glad to be in second
place! Being second place meaning that
my baby will be in the first place and that was what matters.I had waited a
long lime to that moment; 8 months (of pregnancy) or 5 years (with your father)
or maybe 30 years (in the earth) who knows? I only know that I was ready or, at
least, I felt ready. I was happy. I was afraid (so afraid!). I was living for
the first time this experience, and there was no turning back. Most
importantly, I could meet you,
Is
amazing how a person so little and helpless can make you feel so afraid and
vulnerable. My tummy was tense. The contractions started slower and my body
began to adjust to being prepared for your arrival. In that moment, my mind was
full of different kinds of feelings and thoughts. On one hand, was the concern
about your arrival with only 8 months in my belly. So small, so fragile, maybe,
you would have to be in an incubator? Or, maybe you would be okay?. On the
other hand, I was so anxious to be with you, look at your face, see your smile,
hug you, kiss you and be there for you. And then another concern and another
happy thought until the moment came.
Eight
months waiting for you, or thirty years waiting for you? Now, nothing matters
more than your life with me. Your smile illuminates my life every day and every
moment is worth all the physical pain involved in bringing a new human being
into the world.
