The birth story of my son

This post may be disturbing to some because I talk about miscarriages. Please be aware of that as I talk about the birth of my son. I was pregnant with my first child in 2003. I lost that baby and didn’t even know I was pregnant. I was probably around 10 weeks based on my period and it hurt like hell. I had to have a DNC and I was a mess for weeks. Fast forward I was on birth control when the Dr. told me I was pregnant again. I was taking antibiotics for a UTI and no one told me it canceled out your birth control. So when I went to do a follow-up with my Dr. she did a pee test and said omm ma’am you are pregnant. Nope use a lie because I’m on birth control. The birth of my son was a rollercoaster ride so let’s get into how it went from sadness to happiness to whew I’m going to strangle him.

The birth of my son

Once the Dr said I was pregnant I had to come in the next week for an ultrasound. Got there and they didn’t hear a heartbeat. Due to me not knowing when my last period came on (birth control made it disappear some months so I wasn’t keeping up) we guessed that I was around 2 months. No heartbeat again…I was devastated. She told me to come back in a week and they would check again to make sure. I cried the entire week straight knowing that I had lost the baby. The hubs tried his best to say it just isn’t our time and don’t worry but I was a mess. Was I to blame? I blamed myself deep down and I was beating myself up daily. When we went back I was alone. The hubs had to work (at the time he couldn’t take off because we needed the money) so he told me to call him when I got to the office and I stayed on the phone with him. The Dr. came in and boom there was a heartbeat….the crying that the hubs and I did was of pure joy.

During this pregnancy, I was a young whippersnapper. Under 25 moving and shaking. My mom was alive at the time so she came up often to check on me and I was under 130 pounds with the baby. My mom was very spiritual so they told me I would be due May 28th which btw is my grandma’s birthday. My mom came up here on the 25th. We waited…and waited….and waited. On June 4th my mom said look here I don’t have time for this baby to be coming on 666 (June 6th, 2006 if you look up 666 you will see what it means) I need you to pretend you have stomach pains and call that Dr and go in. Use your acting skills. I was like mom…she said do it. So I did lol. I called my Dr and told her I was having some pain and she told me to come in. The hubs was at home playing video games he didn’t even budge said call him when I leave the Dr office.

Off to the Dr, we went. She did an ultrasound went out came back in. The nurse came in ran some more tests went out. Dr came back and said I think we are going to pull the baby today. Something about the fluid around the baby being low. (they were actually going to induce me on the 6th anyway if the baby hadn’t come yet) So she told me to head to the Hospital she would meet me there. So I called the hubs and he was like ok let me find a ride (we only had the one car I drove to the Dr.) So we got to the hospital they hooked me up and induced my labor. That shat hurt like hell. I was in pain but my pain level is pretty good so on the outside I was cool but deep down I was like I can’t do this mess anymore. The hubs came up there, his sister stopped by, his mom came, and still no baby. Around 2 am the next morning (the 5th) the Dr said we will have to do a C-section my pelvic was twisted. I later found out that was a lie they told me that because there is more money when you do a csection but whatever. At 5:15 on June 5th, my son was born. Did a little crying for only a second and then started eating his hands.

I didn’t really get to hold him until a few hours later. I didn’t breastfeed because again I was young and didn’t understand the benefits of breastfeeding at the time. Also, I didn’t want to pop a titty out on a constant basis so I opted for the bottle. He was also diagnosed with a lactose problem (which honestly who isn’t). I had a c-section that Tuesday and by Friday I was in Charlotte, NC celebrating a friend’s baby shower. Yep, I know crazy right? Look I had places to go and things to do.

Over the years he has eaten me out of house and home

has been a terror to myself and my daughter

nominated as the class clown

hustles me out of money constantly

thinks he knows everything

loves to take weird pics on instagram

can cook good enough for it to be edible

loves technology even though he will never admit it

drinks water bottles and piles them up in his room constantly

loves to dress he is the man version of a fashionista

He is my ace and I love him. He is like me and I hate to admit it sometimes. Every move he makes I’ve made it and then some. He is a good kid until it comes to these grades. He doesn’t really like school and has told me on several occasions what’s the point but every year he starts off failing and then at the last minute pulls a barely passing grade out of his ass. SMDH a miracle or is it the I want my video games back lol.

I want to wish him a happy 15th birthday (his birthday was Saturday).