I was a lost addict.

I had nothing to really be happy for, except your father, but even he couldn't help my addiction.

And then, I realized I was late. I took a test, and in 3 minutes, two pink lines changed our lives.

It wasn't easy stopping something cold turkey, but you were worth it.

You were worth the 5 months of vomiting.

Having to eat the same foods over and over again because it was all I could handle.

Your dad jumping up at the ultrasound and saying "Oh my God that's my boy" and crying

Living off Tums and Zantac because you gave me so much acid I would throw up.

Every backache, headache, swollen feet and legs, you were with it.

Every painful contraction, watching your dad's face as he watched them put the epidural in, then watching his face when he saw your little head, every minute of it was worth it.

Every pain I've felt since then, every stretch mark, the sore boobs,

You've made my life with living again ❤