I remember the day we brought Vincent home from the hospital, it was a very hot day, and nothing could take away my excitement. i waited ever so patiently for the car to pull around front which felt like an eternity, when it did we all crammed in the little Honda, me and Vincent in the back seat and daddy driving. I remember telling joey to 'drive carefully' -meaning, in the slow lane and 20 miles under the speed limit using the hazard blinkers, i had been waiting three weeks for this day, and nothing was going to mess it up.











We pull away from the hospital... free at last. Vincent is finally all ours, we don't have to share him with the hospital staff. The whole way home, i am thinking of all the things i want to do with him i will feed him first, change him, and then sleep with him in our own bed forever. The whole ride Vincent was awake. He must have sensed my excitement. I barely knew this baby, but at the same time i felt like i had known him forever. He was mine.











I will admit the first couple months was hard, Vincent was colicky and cried almost constantly, a couple of times i thought to myself 'what have i gotten myself into' it felt like the crying would never stop, there would never be an end to all this. But nothing could take away my love for him, the months went by and he got better, he became my best friend. My purpose.











i remember when i was younger, i always heard other mothers say "i love my child more than anything" and sure, yeah, you love your child, of course you do, your their mom. I can say now, that you will never understand what it means when a mother says those words, until you become a mom yourself.










I believe i was meant to be a mom, I'm good at it. sure i lose my patience and yell sometimes. But still, its what I'm good at. I'm good at being Vincents mom. He was meant for me. And i was meant for him.

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