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The Birth of My Son


            February the 9th of 2013 is a day that I will always remember, as the day my life changed forever. My girlfriend and I found out that we were going to have a baby. I was finally beginning the family that I had always hoped for. The next 5 months waiting to find out if we would be having a boy or a girl was agonizing. I told everyone that the gender did not matter to me as long as the baby was healthy, but I was secretly hoping for a boy. You can imagine my excitement when the ultrasound technician announced that it was indeed a little boy. I was immediately thinking of all the stuff I would be able to teach him, and pass down to him; the same way my father did for me. Teaching him to walk, talk, and taking him outside to play catch! I couldn't wait to be a dad. .
             We had an appointment for our last ultrasound, which happened to be a 3d ultrasound. The pictures were absolutely astonishing! You could see all his features, and we even got to watch him blink. Seeing him in such detail made everything so real. As his due date approached, I could barely contain my excitement to finally lay eyes on the child I had been waiting so long for. Day after day passed, and still no signs of baby. On October 20th 2013 at 7 in the morning, my long wait was over. .
             9 pounds and twenty-one inches of pure perfection came screaming into my world. My life was instantly changed. I could no longer worry only about myself anymore, or put my own needs first. The first time I held my son, I knew that my life would never be the same. Everything had changed, but it had changed for the better. I could not wait to share my wonderful new addition with my friends and family. That first day with him will be my most cherished memory. Just looking down at something so beautiful, that I had created overfilled me with such joy. .
             Taking my son home was a definitely a wake up call, because we had no nurses or doctor's help. It was all up to me now, and that was terrifying.


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