Motherhood

I have always known that mothers were strong and could overcome great feats. My experience as a mother has supported this fact. When I became pregnant with my son, I was afraid at first, and then joyful. My boyfriend and I had been together for a short time and when I told him I was pregnant he decided he did not want to be a part of the life that we started together. I ended up moving back with my family, and working at a deli. My parents were very supportive of my choice to keep my child. I went to regular doctor appointments and everything seemed to be going okay until my 6 month ultrasound. I was told that there might be some defect in my unborn child and that I needed to be admitted to the hospital right away because my son was abnormally small. After a 2 week stay with daily monitoring, the doctors decided that it was time for my c-section. I started having contractions and my child could not handle the stress of labor. At 3 am on September 14th, 2009 Alexander was born, weighing 2 lbs 12 ounces. It was love at first sight. He had problems from being born 9 weeks early and stayed in the neonatal intensive care unit for 46 days. Postpartum depression hit me hard as the doctors told me Alexander was the sickest baby in the hospital. After he started breathing on his own, was able to keep food down, drink milk without a tube, and gained some weight we were finally able to go home. This was the happiest day of my life: Bringing home my little bundle of love. Though it was a tough road I made it through. Mothers have it hard, but they are very strong. This I believe.