When I was almost 18 years old, I found out I was pregnant. My boyfriend, at the time, and I had been together for over 2 years by this point. He was ecstatic when I told him that the test showed positive, and came to pick me up. From there, we went to the store to buy another test, and went back to his Aunt’s house to take it. As soon as it, too, came back positive, he called everyone he could just to tell them we were pregnant.

I was excited because I’d always wanted to be a mother someday, but I was also embarrassed. The father of my child, although I loved him, had cheated on me more than once, and everyone knew it. Plus, we were young. I was petrified of others finding out I was carrying his child, but over time, that faded away. The more excited and attached I became, the less I cared what others thought of my situation. In the end, I knew that no matter what happened between the father and I, I would always have my baby.
My pregnancy was miserable. Overall, I gained about 45-50 pounds, I had morning sickness for the first 6 months, and I was exhausted all of the time. My husband (we got married the morning of high school graduation) was at MCRD in San Diego for 3 months of boot camp, and it was hard experiencing our first pregnancy all alone, but we got through it.
Although my due date was December 26, 2012, my induction was scheduled for December 19, 2012, at 39 weeks due to how big he was measuring. However, life had other plans in mind. I didn’t need to be induced because around 10:00 p.m. on December 18th, my contractions began. Since his father had just landed and made it home 3 hours before, I wanted to let him sleep a little, and push through for as long as I could. We got to the hospital around 12:30 a.m., and by 11:31 a.m., I heard my baby cry for the first time.
”Your first breath took mine away.”
Hearing my son cry unleashed so many emotions inside of me that I hadn’t realized existed, but the outpour of love for my child was something I’ll never be able to describe to you in words. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and that is why this was definitely the best day of my life.
Having a child of your own is unlike anything else. My mini-me is my best friend in a tiny body. He makes me laugh, wipes my tears when I cry, holds my hand, kisses all over my face, tells me he loves me, and tells me everything I never thought I’d care to hear. Although I was young and wish I had waited longer, I am so incredibly lucky to have my baby boy. I’m able to love him longer, and grow with him. I couldn’t imagine my life being any different, nor would I want to.
What has been the best day of your life, so far? Do you think it always will be, or is there a chance something else could become your best day? Let me know in the comment section. I’d love to hear about yours.
Day 28 coming soon.
2 thoughts on “Day 27: Best Day of Your Life”
M
I enjoyed reading this! Children are such miracles. My first son was conceived 3 months after my wedding, it wasn’t what we had planned, but the day I found out I was expecting was amazing. My life changed and it changed for the better! Reading this just made me think back to when I first became a mum and it made me smile!! Thank you! Xx
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dani-chronicles
Your comment truly made my day! Thank you for reading, and sharing!
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