I started college when I was seventeen and found out a few months in that I was pregnant. I was terrified! I lived at home and my mother always told us kids if we got pregnant or got anyone pregnant (for my brother) to not bother coming home. With that drilled into my head I was petrified to tell my parents that they were on their way to becoming grandparents and I did a pretty good job of hiding it from my family until the end of March. At that point I finally started showing and they pieced it together and promptly freaked out when they found out how far along I was. Luckily though they did not kick me out but helped instead. What a relief that turned out to be because about four weeks before my due date I got preeclampsia and blew up like a balloon overnight due to all of the water I was retaining. Hello 68 pounds in two weeks! So thirteen days before my due date at 3:36 a.m. after 24 hours of back labor twenty-one years ago my life changed forever in the most amazing, wonderful and awe-inspiring way for the first of six times. I welcomed my son Brandon Michael into the world where despite being a couple of weeks early he came in at a whopping 8 lbs. 12 oz. and 22″ long. (Thank God he did not have time to get any bigger!)
Having him when I did made me a single, teen mother and it was hard and I worried whether or not I would do a good job all of the time. I didn’t care that I couldn’t go out and party. In fact, I didn’t want to because honestly I already had the greatest little guy at home. So instead, my little man and I hung out together and have continued to throughout the years. (He’s such a great kid he went and sat through Les Miserables with me just to make me happy one night while he was home from school.) While he knows I am Mom and not his friend he knows he can talk to me about anything and he often does still, which makes me happy to know that he still needs me for advice. Sometimes there were points that it felt like we were growing up together. Me trying to stumble my way through adulthood and him through childhood as best as we both could while holding each others hands. We made it through though and he is a smart, kind and caring man now who I couldn’t be more proud of. He is heading into his senior year of college at a great private school with a 3.7 GPA as a Geology major with a minor in Economics. He has landed a great internship for this summer and last and is looking at grad schools now.
He is now all grown-up and a man but he will always be my first baby, the first of the six pieces of my heart and my one constant throughout my adult life.
Happy Birthday Brandon!
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