20th of November 2008.
Tears streamed down my face
as I received the devastating news.
Things had not gone according to plan
and plan B was now at hand.
A long needle pierced my back
and I began to lose feeling,
bodily functions not in tack.
Placed on the hospital bed
and rushed to the doom room,
A new life would come from me soon.
She grabbed my hand and said
“you will be safe in his arms.”
Eyes filled with tears and fear in my heart,
I lye ready for what would be done to me.
Doctors and nurses on the other end of the sheets,
Feeling the pressure from the knife as he cut me.
The rush of their hands to grab what was inside me.
The tugging and pulling I could feel it too.
And at that point, I didn’t know what was happening.
I heard no crying. I felt nothing.
I saw nothing. They said nothing.
Was everything okay? Was he okay?
The Doctor exited the room and my mom did too.
Left alone in this white room with not a sound,
surrounded by knives and bright lights all around.
That was all I could remember
when I woke up in the recovering room.
Mom was there, my family were too.
But where were you? Had I lost him?
Three days passed and I found him.
He was finally there. Thanking God that he came.
One look at him and my life was forever changed.
Six pounds, twelve ounces, and nineteen inches long,
no one could replace him, our bond forever strong.
I would call him Jayden.
My beautiful baby boy sent from God in heaven.
From that moment in that room,
I vowed that everything I did would be for him.
He’s my inspiration, the reason I do this for,
Furthering my education so he shall want for no more.
He’s my life, he’s what I live for.
With every bone in my body and every breath that I take,
I will choose wisely in the choices that I make.
…dedicated to my son who will be 4 the day after the deadline for this entry