The Day My Son Was Born

May 31, 2013 was a very special day for me and my husband, Andrey, our small Kevin was born. After working for 12 hours in the hospital, we finally heard him crying. Andrei and I met at Sorbonne University in Paris two years ago, I studied languages ​​at the age of 21 and learn journalism at the age of 22. I was late for class, I was in a hurry, I did not know where I would go, I happened to see him, all my books looked like a movie, He looked handsome, he did blonde hair, Cui green eyes and perfect bone structure.

On the day my son was born, I was drowning and blurred. Two days ago, I was diagnosed with preeclampsia and I found that cesarean section is necessary 8 weeks in advance. In the course of delivery, the combination of shock, magnesium droplet, and anesthesia made me feel awkward, cut and hardly present. When he came home from the neonatal intensive care unit, I decided to compensate for this contradictory beginning by accepting natural child rearing. We went to bed together. I let him wear a series of colorful cloth baby slings. It is a decision to breast milk. I tried treating baptism called regeneration, trying to regain some of what I had lost. I am steadily going on a natural child rearing road, if I have another child I will decide to deliver vagina after the caesarean section (VBAC)

At that moment, many years of one parent grew rapidly in my head. My son was born every night, every night. My baby and my young son go through college, rain, snow, sleeves and college with me in a hot season. It is healthy. When deliberately rejecting a lot of usability, it is sufficient to know a little about the parent 's independent family position for 20 years. The violent voice repeated at the door was what our husband and father swore to our face in front of us. They swore in front of God and mankind ...