Never will I forget the moment I laid eyes on him. It was love at first sight. When our eyes met, it was all over.
He laid his head on my chest and nursed for the first time, and I could not believe that this little person was a gift from God and that I was responsible for his upkeep.
Sounds pretty sweet, doesn’t it? Well, let me start from the beginning: I was two weeks overdue, and my son, the love of my life, was born in front of LaGuardia Hospital, Sunday, February 5, 1989, in the front seat of my parents’ car because he was in a rush to get here.
Would you believe that my husband at the time and my mother jumped out the back seat of the car and ran to get the doctors, and my dad ran around the side of the car to help me, but when he opened the car door, to both our surprise, he caught my son just in time as he came rushing into the world?
The doctors rushed out, cut the cord, and left me in the car; can you believe it? They left me in the car and took him into the hospital. I guess they remembered me, the person that did all the work, and came back to get me.
I knew it was love the first time he looked into my eyes, and I his—truly someone to love.