On the week of October 29th, my birthday, my mom was organizing my birthday dinner. She was sick the entire day. We thought there was something wrong with her vesicular, because she was throwing up and feeling pains all day. My stepfather, who loves to bother me, kept insinuating that my mother was pregnant- he said this the whole week- even singing it. One day, I got very tired and frustrated with the entire situation. So, this day, I got upset, and decided I would prove them wrong. We went to the local pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test. The entire family went, almost as a show of solidarity and strength for my mother. Even though she might have been wrong, we were all there to support her, because my mother has lost a child not very long ago, and I personally thought that she might have felt sad and disappointed if she wasn’t pregnant. Then we headed back home, where she took the test. This whole time was a moment of suspense. My mother on her bed, my stepdad on the computer researching something, my sister looking at herself on the mirror, and me sitting on a couch- all of us waiting. After a minute, my mother checks the test- there are two faint pink lines. The box said that the lines would be a very bright pink, so my mother, in frustration, said that she would go to the doctor on Monday, to settle everything. The following Monday, when I was in school, the thoughts were still going through my mind-, keeping me distraught, even through Pre-Calculus. I had to go to the City Hall for an internship afterschool, so I had to wait for an extra two hours.
My mother was pregnant- had been pregnant for a whole month. The following week, I saw the first sonogram photograph of the baby. I felt surprised, even knowing how the process worked, that such a creature was growing inside of my mother. Also I was excited, because with this baby, I felt that I could be more involved with my sibling now. My sister is only a year younger than me, so I couldn’t go through the entire experience of holding her, or teaching her about my experiences, since we usually went through the same things at the same time. The feeling wasn’t the same with cousins either- this is my brother.
Now, we’ve been very careful, almost worried, about my mother. She might have to get a cesarean section to give life to him, but she doesn’t feel too comfortable with that. Not very long ago, my stepdad got the crib for the baby, and he’s been promising to do everything different this time. He says he has spoiled his other children too much, and hasn’t spent enough time with them, so he’s promised to everyone in my family that things will be better now. He even got one of those strollers that people use while jogging.
It was so shocking, almost, to have another pregnancy in the family, because a pregnancy does not change just the mother’s life, or the father’s. It changes everything, for everyone involved.
