When I found out I was pregnant, I was happy, excited, shocked the whole nine. I told everyone right away. Except for one person - my son Christopher.
How would he take it? Will he be happy? Will he be sad? Is he going to be jealous? Will he be mad at me? Is he going to feel threatened? Will he think Mom and Chris days are over?
All of these questions went through my head over and over again. I was really afraid to tell him that I was pregnant. It had been just the two of us for so long. He was 11 years old already. I didnt think he would like the idea of having to share his mom.
The day I decided to tell him I was on my way to the park to pick him up and I was so nervous. When I saw him the butterflies in the stomach went crazy. He runs up to me and I didnt what to do so I said:
"Hey um.......... how would you like a little brother?" "Why?" he asked "Because Im going to have a baby."
"Yeah right. Mom" "No really I am!" "O-K" and he starts walking away (they could be such brats at that age). No I didnt finally get the courage to tell him and the brat doesnt believe me! "CHRIS, I REALLY AM HAVING A BABY!!!!! he looked at me and my eyes were watering up and he started to cry too. "Mom, Are you serious? Oh yeah, oh yeah" ((starts doing a little dance)) "My moms havin a baby my moms havin a baby"
Whew. That went well. I was still a little nervous during the pregnancy. I hoped and prayed that he would be just as happy when the baby got here. He was. Almost a year later, hes still dancing and singing he just has back up now:





He really loves his little brother.
Neither of us can imagine life without him now.
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