Scared wasn’t the word. I was terrified of having to push you out. I knew one day I would “pop” but I didn’t think it’d happen so soon. After 18 hours of labor, I went under the knife. It was the only way you’d survive. My fluid was low and you’d be crammed inside my uterus.
Prior to your birth, I had never experienced having a surgery. Although I wasn’t prepared for it, I knew it would be rewarding.
But before I would be rewarded, there was a battle I needed to face. I had to tell myself it would be okay. I felt the needle of the epidural enter my lower back. Although I wanted to cry, I knew it was necessary.
Your father was there beside me the whole time. He was the first of the two of us to hold you. I was exhausted. Having you in my arms for the first time was the best feeling. I won’t deny that before you were brought into the recovery room all I wanted was sleep.
It took me 20+ hours to meet you, but it was worth it in the end. You’ve left a permanent smile imprinted on our hearts and in the place where you came from, one that I am proud to see each morning.
Former B2B editor and marketing manager turned Family & Lifestyle blogger. Fatima is passionate about life and being social.
When she isn't running around with her husband, three kids, and two pups, Fatima helps other bloggers and local businesses with their online marketing strategy.
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