The Labor of Love
Going into labor while putting together your child's would be toy box and watching the Young and the Restless was not my ideal dream. It was about 12:40 pm on October 7 1996 when I faced the reality of childbirth, a thing I had both feared and longed for my whole life.
The Life Changing Trip to Rite Aid on 207
My daughter was conceived during the blizzard of January 1996, and exactly nine months later, almost to the hour she was born. During that blizzard, my ex love had burned up the brand new car, and left it roadside on fire to get home safely or not, and at the same time I couldn't get to Rite Aid to renew my prescription to the dreaded pill, and because they were closed a child was born nine months to the day of our conception, and nearly to the hour. Now, as we are approaching an important birthday, I remembered the days and months before her birth, and post fire when I realized that she would be with me for the rest of my life, and that was at the same Rite Aid, during a quick run for perinatal vitamins after I learned I was pregnant. I looked in the backseat of my car while illegally parked on Dyckman, and realized that I would never be alone again. And that is true. I am not alone. I am with her, and she is with me, even in college and in her own life, today.
Toughing it Out
Being pregnant with Taylor was not easy for a woman prone to obesity and subject to abuse. I endured both during that time, gestational diabetes and the remnants of generational abuse, and I sucked it up, and toughed it out in ways that my daughter and those, except my closest friends never knew. I had multiple diagnoses, and because I could not qualify for optimum care, it resonated through racism and assumption in my healthcare for years to come. And I toughed it out. Because I had no choice, I am a mother, forever. I am celebrating 20 years with the most beautiful thing in my life, my Taylor. Happy Birthday Baby. I'm not the best, but I know you and who you will become, beautiful in spirit and hope.