Today, eight years ago, Jonas was born. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was frightened. My Mother and Sister were there with me, and my midwife, Rita. It was a long, difficult labor, but Jonas was born, a happy, healthy, beautiful baby boy. My heart sang when he was born!
I remember those first few days and weeks. Alone in bed with Jonas at night. I could hardly sleep; I just wanted to stay awake and stare at him. Some nights I could still stay awake all night long staring at him. Now, though, Jonas and I aren't alone. We are a complete family.
I was so afraid when I first found out I was pregnant - the circumstances were less than good, but there were bigger plans in store for me and for Jonas as well. He was a blessing to me from the get-go, and proof that there are no such things as "mistakes". Jonas and I share a very special, inexplicable bond...and on his birthday I do not think of all the scared, lonely nights I had leading up to his birth, but about the joy and enlightenment he's brought into my life.