I always said I needed to be a Mom like I needed to eat spaghetti…Not at all!
I was delighted when Sandy got pregnant and proceeded to nurture my niece, Lisa, as my surrogate, spoiling her rotten with the benefit of handing her back when I was done. I was totally pleased when my 2nd niece, Michelle arrived. Perfect, another little girl to spoil.
Then I moved away – Texas, California; and my little girls became big girls without me. When I finally married my special friend and soul mate, something deep inside started to change. It was less a biological clock and more a “this is right” feeling.
I’d been told by doctors that I couldn’t have children – that it would take medical stuff. My husband and I took a drive one day and he shared that if I wanted to be a Mom he would totally support me in that goal.
Miracle of miracles…3 weeks after celebrating our 1st Wedding Anniversary, I began complaining of feeling awful – too tired to move, ached all over, crying at the drop of a hat – you guessed it… I was pregnant. It was the first and only time in my life. Even with gestational diabetes, I clicked into 8 months of feeling better than I had in my life. The miracle took over. I had all the tests for scary stuff and when the nurse called and told me “you are having a healthy baby boy”, I sobbed until the mascara ran and my heart grew 3 sizes that day. I was almost 40, terrified of what was to come and happier than I could ever remember.
Our son was born June 10, 1988 by C Section. My rusty old body just wouldn’t cooperate any other way. I never thought he would be so beautiful…and then the magic began.