I'm 7 years old, playing in my childhood bedroom. Sitting on my pink blow up couch, feeding my baby born doll her gross orange food that I mixed up in our bathroom. I carry her everywhere with me, until my sister is born and I have a real baby to take care of.
Even at the age of 7 I knew what I wanted to do with my life. Aside from wild dreams of being a teen pop sensation like Britney Spears, my realistic dreams were that I would be a stay at home mom. A more traditional approach towards adulthood, I realized as I got older and started to see what my peers desired compared to what I wanted so much.
I constantly and eagerly helped my mom and step mom with many of the duties that came along with my younger siblings, worked in the church nursery for several years in my early teens, and went on to become a nanny at 19. The point is, I love babies. And I am great with them. People call me the baby whisperer.
It's Wednesday 9/18/2019. I'm 27, it's 7 am. My due date is 2 days away and I am excited and nervous. I had just been at the hospital 2 nights before for Braxton Hicks contractions, sent home incredibly disappointed when I was told she wasn't on her way just yet. I am still laughing at the naive pre-baby me who thought they were real contractions and bragged to my boyfriend about how much they didn't hurt me. HAH.
Her daddy said she would be born on a Wednesday. It's 4:07 pm and I am holding our little girl for the first time. Her eye is swollen, her face is blue from the bruises, and I am shell shocked (for lack of a better term.) I will never forget dozing off in the maternity ward, thinking that I was still in labor and having a contraction, and jumping in my bed but calming down when I realized it was over and she was here.
But she is perfect. All of my life I have waited for that moment, wondering what my baby would look like, what I would name it. And she was finally here. I knew the minute that I saw her, that she was the baby that God intended for me. We were made for each other.
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I really enjoyed reading your memoir. It touched me as I one day want to have a family. The tone that you used was very authentic. What I enjoyed about your memoir is that you took me from your early years into motherhood very quickly but not abruptly. Also, you made it feel as if I was there experience your childhood at the age of 7 until 27 years of age. Your memoir was very short but I think it hit all of the major points. Good job enjoyed reading
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