And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass"
This was the lullaby that I sang to my son whenever he cried during his first days on Earth. Walking the dimly lit hallways of the hospital I would sing and hum lyrics that I barely knew with the hope that it would calm and soothe him. Early in the morning following my cesarean section the hospital staff didn't respond to my call. I carefully eased out of my bed to tend to my baby. I couldn't bear to hear him cry. Perhaps it was the hormones but I did everything in my power to keep my baby quiet and happy.
Every moment was so cherished and precious; he is my miracle baby. After fibroid removal surgery and an ectopic pregnancy resulting in the emergency removal of my fallopian tube, there was no guarantee I would have a baby. Luckily we conceived a month after getting the green light to try again from our doctor. Tthe first few months of the pregnancy were fine. Like many moms I had the obligatory all day "morning sickness." But soon after I hit 20 weeks my little boy decided he might want to arrive early.
Before his arrival at 38 weeks, I took five trips to the hospital, was on bedrest and on medications to keep pre-term labor at bay. And despite everything - it was worth it! My bundle of joy arriving screaming at the top of his lungs and all was right in my world.
My baby, my life, my love. I have never known love like this before. Truly the greatest love of all.