I remember the day I felt the pain, the very very strong pain. I was 9 months and 2 weeks. She was late, almost 2 weeks late. I wanted this kid out of me, I felt like I had 10 watermelons inside of me. I couldn’t see my feet, my hands were swollen, and I was angry at everyone. When September 11th 1994 came around I knew it was time, time to welcome a new life into this world. My labor pains started at 7:00 am, it felt really bad. I told David, the baby’s daddy to get the bags ready, that we were ready to explode. We rushed to the hospital, nervous as I was they said I was not fully dilated yet. I was put in a huge hospital room. I was told to take a walk around the Labor and Delivery Room, to speed up the process. The pain was ridiculous, almost 16 hours of Labor, and she finally came. The doctors gave me the epidural way to late so I felt everything, her shoulders coming out, the head ripping my skin. The moment I heard her first cry, I knew it was over and well worth the wait.
She was born with a fever, and passed it along to me. I was not allowed to hold her or see her until I was better. I couldnt walk because by the time the epidural kicked in my legs were all numb. When I finally got to see her I broke down to tears, she was cute and had the biggest cheeks in the world. She looked exactly like her father, curly hair and full lips. Me and her father couldnt decide on a name until we saw her. We had a few names in mind but the moment we saw her we knew that she was an Allyson. Her middle name was Raquel because my sisters name was Raquel and my mothers name was Rachel, the spanish name for Rachel is Raquel. It was a perfect fit. Her father looked so proud, he took billions of pictures and brought me dozens of flowers and balloons. I was in the hospital for 3 days, my baby had to stay for 5 days. I came back everyday to see her, and feed her.
When we could finally take her home it was overwhelming. Family came over non-stop, bringing gifts and clothes. Allyson was the second grandchild on my side, but the first girl on both sides. I could not believe that I was 19 and had a baby. I knew that on the first night she was home with us, I became another person. I was no longer selfish, but I was a mother, one of the happiest. She was an easy child, loved to sleep at 4 months she slept through the whole night. She loved to take naps during the day, she always had a new oufit and her father always bought her jordans. Her grandfather on her dads side always wanted a girl, he got his wish because his first ever grandchild was a girl. Everyone loved Allyson, well it was kinda hard not to.
The first years went by really fast, the first halloweens, the first birthdays, and the first steps. She was an easy child, a loving one too. She loved to sing, by 2 years old she knew the whole theme song to Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Her and her cousin Jake were always together, they were only 6 months apart, that was her best friend. By age three we nicknamed Allyson to Ally Raquel, she always wanted to be called Raquel, because she loved her aunt. By age 4 it was just Ally, because she no longer wanted to be Raquel, she wanted to be just Ally. She loved going to her Lito Davids house, every weekend she spent the days with him. Her father treated her like a princess, always with the best shoes, and best toys. I was the best mother I could be, I loved this kid more than life its self.
She has a big attitude, her father always said that it was the puerto rican in her. She is very responsible for her age, I always said that was the mexican in her. She still has the same curly hair she was born with, and the same full lips, just like her father. Nothing of me passed down to her, but I know some how some way she is like me. She's 14 now, and I know life is hard on her, beeing that me and her father are not together, and she has big responsiblities to take care of, but I know that someday she will be okay. I think I raised a pretty great kid, I couldnt be happier.
She was born with a fever, and passed it along to me. I was not allowed to hold her or see her until I was better. I couldnt walk because by the time the epidural kicked in my legs were all numb. When I finally got to see her I broke down to tears, she was cute and had the biggest cheeks in the world. She looked exactly like her father, curly hair and full lips. Me and her father couldnt decide on a name until we saw her. We had a few names in mind but the moment we saw her we knew that she was an Allyson. Her middle name was Raquel because my sisters name was Raquel and my mothers name was Rachel, the spanish name for Rachel is Raquel. It was a perfect fit. Her father looked so proud, he took billions of pictures and brought me dozens of flowers and balloons. I was in the hospital for 3 days, my baby had to stay for 5 days. I came back everyday to see her, and feed her.
When we could finally take her home it was overwhelming. Family came over non-stop, bringing gifts and clothes. Allyson was the second grandchild on my side, but the first girl on both sides. I could not believe that I was 19 and had a baby. I knew that on the first night she was home with us, I became another person. I was no longer selfish, but I was a mother, one of the happiest. She was an easy child, loved to sleep at 4 months she slept through the whole night. She loved to take naps during the day, she always had a new oufit and her father always bought her jordans. Her grandfather on her dads side always wanted a girl, he got his wish because his first ever grandchild was a girl. Everyone loved Allyson, well it was kinda hard not to.
The first years went by really fast, the first halloweens, the first birthdays, and the first steps. She was an easy child, a loving one too. She loved to sing, by 2 years old she knew the whole theme song to Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Her and her cousin Jake were always together, they were only 6 months apart, that was her best friend. By age three we nicknamed Allyson to Ally Raquel, she always wanted to be called Raquel, because she loved her aunt. By age 4 it was just Ally, because she no longer wanted to be Raquel, she wanted to be just Ally. She loved going to her Lito Davids house, every weekend she spent the days with him. Her father treated her like a princess, always with the best shoes, and best toys. I was the best mother I could be, I loved this kid more than life its self.
She has a big attitude, her father always said that it was the puerto rican in her. She is very responsible for her age, I always said that was the mexican in her. She still has the same curly hair she was born with, and the same full lips, just like her father. Nothing of me passed down to her, but I know some how some way she is like me. She's 14 now, and I know life is hard on her, beeing that me and her father are not together, and she has big responsiblities to take care of, but I know that someday she will be okay. I think I raised a pretty great kid, I couldnt be happier.
I love ur story
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