I pushed and pushed....for 14 hours (actually) and finally when it was all said and done, I had myself a little 8 pounds 12 ounce nugget, who has filled my life with more love than I even imagined existed. It exist, and there has never been a word to describe it. I'm so blessed to have this love in my life, and that I was able to experience this in my heart. I got pregnant with EJ at 18, young, scared and with options. There was never ONE doubt, and only ONE option, that I was to be his Mommy and that he was to be my baby. Somethings were meant to be even before the beginning of time.
Happy Birthday, Elijah!
I love you!
P.S Go easy on me these teenage years, Eh?