He was all I could think about, that beautiful, little, baby boy. He lay there sleeping, so very perfect. I know every mother thinks her kid is better than all the others. I think I’m just happy that he is mine.
He was such a blessing, a true miracle. I never thought I would have a baby. Timing was wrong, or the guy was wrong. It seamed that nothing was going my way. And then one day suddenly poof, there it was, that little plus sign.
I jumped up and down, but only for a moment, was that safe for the baby? I decided it was and broke the news to my boyfriend.
I looked into his eyes as I told him the news. I wanted to see them spark with the excitement I felt. I knew that he loved me. He was such an amazing caring person. He would make a great Dad.
Instead I saw them gloss over.
“What are we going to do about it?”
At that moment I just walked out. I knew he wasn’t the guy I thought he was. It was going to be hard, but I was going to do it. I was going to have a baby.
It didn’t take long after he was born to know that he would be my world. I am there for him and he depends solely on me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.