I gave him life, He gave me a reason to live.: & Life was never the same again...

Never in a million years did i think, at 20, i would be engaged with a son. I guess life throws some lovely surprises at us sometimes. Being a young mum everyone judges you, especially because i look like im about 15. Theres nothing wrong with having a child while your in your 20s, Atleast i can grow up with my beautiful little boy. And when his 20, ill be 40!! My fiance Stephen is a pretty special guy.. I never thought id meet someone like him. We get along pretty good, most of the time. We have a 16 year age difference which we dont even notice. Whats that thing someone once said about girls maturing much faster then boys?

I have a really amazing, supportive family and some really awesome friends. Both of whom id be lost without. Im not gonna lie, i put my family though hell when i was pregnant. Especially Stephen and my Mum. (Sorry guys!!) Im so lucky that they stuck by me and helped me though some really tough times, they dont realize how much i love and appreciate them, i should really show them more.....

In November 2009 i found out i was expecting a baby.. My first reaction was shock, then excitement and then terror... I was scared to tell mum and dad!!! Stephen didnt really show much emotion, as he was watching tv at the time. Our conversation went something like this...

Me: Are we going to keep the baby

Him: Dont be stupid of course we are. *goes back to watching tv*

And then we told the parents..

Mum cried, Dad didnt really say anything, Stephens Mum said 'I KNEW IT!' and I cant really remember what Stephens Dad said, i think it was pretty much the same as my dads reaction.

My due date was July the 7th 2010.

Pregnancy was horrible. i threw up atleast 4 times a day the whole time (even in labour!!!!) It is NOTHING like the movies, its not beautiful, and you dont glow. You get hot and hungry and angry and hungry and emotional and hungry and huge and hungry, fat ankles and yes you guessed it. HUNGRY! Working in a bakery until 6 weeks before your due really dosent help. It is pretty entertaining when your customers compare your fast growing belly with the amount of pies they thinks its equal to.

In January Stephen and I bought our first house. This is the first time i have ever moved out of home. The first few days were really good! FREEDOM!!! and then reality kicked in.. The food dosent appear in the fridge on its one, the washing and housework wont do itself. Bills dont just magically get paid by the fairies, and i cant spend every cent i have on pretty shoes and bags and things that sparkle. Dinner dosent just show up on the table at 7pm every night, and i have to.. clean a toilet?! *shudders*

Its funny growing up how we dont realize how much our parents do for us until we move out of home and have to look after ourselves. Im very slowly getting domesticated. I can cook about 10 meals now without stuffing them up. But no matter how hard i try, my food will never be as good as mums! And i can proudly say.. yes i can clean a toilet now! I was so proud the first time i done it, i told everyone!!!

March i had my 2nd ultrasound and we found out we were having a little boy, i had a feeling right from the start that i was having a boy. Mum and Stephen came in with me to find out the news. Stephen looked so proud and mum was so excited, totally different to how she reacted when i told her i was expecting!!!

We decided we would name our son Mason Donald. Donald is my dads middle name and his mother, my grandmothers maiden name. (I really wish she could of met her great grandson, she loved babies!)

I finished up at work on the 22nd of May, Its funny how you miss working when you stop. I spent A LOT of time on facebook, and watching austar. I also went back to work to visit, and i visited my mum at work a lot!

June came and i got excited thinking 'It could happen any time now!!' June left..

July.. I started getting very excited but scared! I cant handle pain! would i be able to cope? how would i know if it was braxton hicks or real contractions? The 7th of July came... And went... then the 8th.. and the 9th... On the 10th i decided that i was going to go into labour. Stephen was out at work (1 and a 1/2hrs away) so i went to mum and dads for dinner. I let them know i was going to go into labour that night and they had a good laugh. I also gave Stephen a call and let him know 'tonights the night!' he also had a laugh.

I had a glass of wine (dont judge me!) and went to bed at midnight..

2am on Sunday the11th of July i woke up in so much pain, and i thought 'THIS IS IT!!!!' I called the hospital and they said yes i was in labour (FINALLLLY!) and told me to stay at home for as long as i could, and have a hot shower, it might help. I gave Stephen a call at 3.30am and let him know i was in labour. He then informed me he would wait until 5am to wake up his boss to drive him back into town. (i was not happy) I decided to take the midwives advice and went for a shower. I realized my legs were so spiky and that if i was in hospital for a few days they would annoy me. So between contractions i shaved my legs! I seriously dont know how i didnt cut myself! There was A LOT of swearing involved tho. I really CANT deal with pain at all. Im such a sook!!!

(NOTE IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ANY GROSS DETAILS)

At 4am i really couldnt take it anymore so i gave mum a call and collected my things and put them in the car and then waited. and waited. When she finally showed up we drove to hospital (about 15-20mins away) On the way i noticed she had made herself a coffee and had a shower. I then abused her for making me wait. I also recall her taking the long way to hospital.. I also called Stephen on the way and yelled at him and told him to hurry up!!

We arrived at 5am and they gave me a gown and put me into the bed and gave me the gas.. it didnt take the pain away but it made me pass out and feel BLIND DRUNK! I couldnt even talk, i knew what everyone was saying but i couldnt respond. my way of asking for water was opening my mouth looking like a retard!!! Mum tells me Stephen got there at about 6.30am. I just remember looking up and seeing him there and feeling relieved. I also told mum and stephen i hated them. they then had breakfast in front of me, i hated them even more!!

I finally got an epidural after screaming abuse at people, it hurt getting it, they stuck the needle in me about 4 times!!! and them BAM! it kicked in!!! and i could feel NOTHING!!! it was AHHH-MAZE-ING! Stephen and Mum then ate lunch in front of me. At 2pm i asked if i could have food and they finally agreed so off to the shop mum went to get me a toasted sandwhich. While she was gone i was told i was fully dilated, i then went into shock, i was going to have a little person soon.. i then decided i wasnt ready. I also couldnt eat. To the bin went my lunch!!

2.30PM. 12 and a half hours after going into labour (and alot of attempts at putting drips in my arms) i started pushing. i still couldnt feel my contractions, so a midwife had to tell me when to push... I couldnt talk at all from 2.30 onwards. i was scared. i didnt know what to do with a baby.. my whole life was about to change...


Madon Donald. Before I had even seen him.

6.17pm My beautiful little boy came into the world! He let out one little 'WAH' and then was quiet..They put him on my belly and Mum and Stephen began to take photos... Ummm guys.. iv been in labour all day! LET ME SEE MY SON!! He was finally put on my chest, I said 'hello Mason, Happy Birthday!' and he opened his eyes and looked at me, He was SO alert! He was the most amazing person iv ever seen, I really couldnt believe that those little kicks in my belly (and ribs) were from this little person. Iv never been an emotional person but when i seen my son there were tears! The look on Stephen face is something i will never forget. He was SO proud! I fell inlove with him all over again and SO much deeper. I didnt feel any of my labour (except at the start) so it was really hard to believe that he came out of me!! Mason was born 7 pound 9, 50cm long and his head was 35.5cm.

I never did believe in love at first site until i met Mason. After a few hrs, a shower and our parents and Stephen going home, i was finally in my hospital room, just me and Mason. I couldnt stop looking at him. i just laid there and watched him sleep. So peaceful and innocent. I ended up with 6 hours sleep the whole time i was in hospital! 2 days and 3 nights.

Mummy meets Mason!

We went home on Tuesday.. I had to drop Stephen at his car that was in getting a service, so i drove Mason home on my own. And i tell you what. I drove like an old grandma! I was too scared to even do the speed limit!

Our first day home was a blur. We got visitors, and Mason got to meet his great-grandma! (my mums mum) I remember just sitting on the couch holding him. Thinking 'WOAH! HIS MINE!' Stephen got up to Mason that night so i could catch up on sleep. About 10 hrs later i woke up.. and it was all real. I didnt dream it. I finally had my little boy in my arms. Stephen and I finally had our family...

Mason is now 3 months old. I cannot get over how quick the time has gone. My little boy smiles, and goo's and ga's. His also trying SO hard to laugh. He is such a good baby! He will only get up once during the night for a feed and he never crys. He just complains! Today while he was whining for his bottle he made noises that were MUMM MUUUUMMM! Stephen and our friend Jo also heard it! So i know it wasnt in my head!

The past 3 months have been the best months of my life, Mason is the best thing that has every happened to me. I wouldnt trade him, or being a mum for anything. My 2 boys are my whole world.

& life was never the same again!!

love love xo