Mommy and son.
Not only is he my son but he is my first son. The love of my life with the love of my life?!
Through trail and error our wonderful baby boy came about. As stated in previous articles , it was difficult for me to conceive. This moment captures the joyous love and admiration for our beautiful baby boy that finally was conceived that I had for him. It was immaculately exciting.
Carrying my son for 9 months until his arrival was definitely an awakened journey. Our bonding was instantaneous and overtime only got more strong. Only in a short amount of time after his arrival did we bond as well.
I’m just so in love.
Daddy and son 🥰
The two loves in my life who I truly adore. The backbones to my back. The heat to my fire. The sparkle to my eyes. The laughter of joy. My world.
This man, is totally incredible. He is a wonderful first time dad. Yes, we both are first time parents, yay. That’s something not so common now a days.
He is supporting through all of the legal matters with our son. He is supportive of me in getting him back. He is supportive of me and my dreams. He loves me for me. He loves me for my flaws. He loves me for my imperfections. He loves me for my smarts and not just my looks. He loves his son more than anything in the world. He will be and already is a great father to our child. And a great fiancé to me.
Working on my mental and physical health was one of the main things I had to do. and STRESS!!! 😖😖 yikes!!! Stress was the main factor in maybe my not being able to conceive. I was always stressing not so much physically but mentally stressed. My mind ponders and I worry a lot. Thankfully I realized how heavy my brain load was. And I took the initiative to get some help through therapy. Therapy was an outlet for me to release my problems about my personal life , and move forward. I came about and kept moving forward with my little business. I continued to push through and accomplish making more items for my business.
Having a baby has always been something I yearned for. And when I finally found out I was pregnant, which was on my birthday by the way ... I was super ecstatic. The only person home with me to share the news with was my mom. But I honestly wasn’t going to tell her because I knew it would be nothing positive.
In a million years I never thought I would have to fight to get him back from my own mother! It’s taking me a lot of patience and deligence to deal with her and the matter. I’m trying also to be mature about it as a mother. But as a first time mother, it’s sad and heartbreaking to be taken away from my son and my son to be away from his mom and dad. It’s belligerently ridiculous. And to know I am not the only woman going through this with their mother.
It’s something to be discussed in the mother and daughter community. Among fathers in the community too. There are unfit parents who have their children and fit parents who don’t. Can one guess which category we fall in? I’ve been away from my son for near almost 4 months and boy let me tell you how enraged I was when it all happened .... smh .
I went on a self healing journey from within. I started with the drinks and food I consumed to help detox any toxicity. It took hard work and dedication to cleanse and rid my body of any toxins that was not helping me conceive. So when I finally became pregnant, I became very overprotective and very cautious. He’s all we got and they are all I have.💙
Believe ; Love ; Dream.
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