I guess to start off I would have to say something about myself.
My name is Deborah. I am a first time mom, 25 years young and married to the love of my life. My little ones name is Freyah and she is about to turn 8 months in a few days. Im just a woman taking each day one diaper at a time.
This is our story.
After finally come to terms with the fact that we might never have a real family the way we always planned fate reared its head and changed our lives for ever.
Goodbye Cancer. Hello Baby.
I jumped from the toilet and ran bare-assed into the restroom across from mine where my boyfriend of six years sat reading on his “throne.” With fear in my voice I stated, “umm.. Honey, were pregnant.” He looked back at me with a look in his eyes that I shall never forget. Vigorously astonished to the fact that we never once thought we could conceive after the last crazy six months and yet here we were parents in the making. Tears welled in my eyes, for I thought forever to be a well sucked dry from upon the moment I were born. Never to bare the true identity of being a woman. That was the moment I truly fell in love with him and realized that a tenderness, that had yet to be born, reached around the edges of my heart and permanently glued old broken pieces together again.
This was the beginning of the rest of our lives.
Waiting the long 8 weeks until we could go to the doctor to confirm my pregnancy was the most anticipation I’d ever endured. Our little bean was growing fast and strong, but fear plagued my mind. I worried that my previous illness with cervical cancer would endanger the baby. That I wasn’t strong enough to carry such a burden.
But I was strong enough and my due date was tentatively set for April 26, 2015.