So, the boy is more than one-month old by now, and it has been quite a journey, from the beginning. As everything, even his birth was different and contrary to the planned, he’s doing everything differently from the girls.
It started as a normal birth but then the doctors decided that it was time for a C-section – and I was terrified. I hadn’t been used to that kind of things, the girls arrived exactly on the suggested time without any complication, easily, really. And of course, the doctor said three times that
“there’s no need to worry, at all”
and that made me angry, really. Frightened, rather.