My First Born

I think it is time you met more of my family.  Since I have no family of origin, and I consider that to be a very small loss, my created family are very important to me.  Michael Patrick was born  2 months and 3 days after my 16th birthday.  Mine was an old fashioned wedding, the shotgun variety.  Michael's father was of Black Irish descent and a good looking man.  I don't think that I ever really got to know him.  My Mother threatened him into marrying me, the statutory rape thing, seeing as I was 15 when I got married.  Someday I will write a whole blog on the pregnancy and birth procedure.  Giving birth was surprisingly easy although strange, but like I said that is a whole different story.  My first shock was that I had a male child.  I really thought because I was young and so little, 108 lbs, that my body would only produce a female child, actually I thought I could only reproduce myself.  It was a shock when I saw this tiny 6lb 6oz little boy.  He had a perfectly round little head and face and the biggest, blackest eyes I have yet to see on any child.  He had a little bit of black hair that curled very quickly, in fact he was a miniture of his father.  He was a good baby, I had very little, actually no frame of reference as to good or bad babies.  To me he was perfect, a little boy doll.  This was the first time I fell in love.  He never had colic and was a good sleeper, although I was frightened of the dark, come on I was only 16 yrs old, and I kept him up all night with me and we both slept during the day.  Michael was born inquisitive.  Because he was my first born I remember much about him as a baby.  He talked early and he talked a lot.  He called me Dayle and my Mother mom.  I should interject here and tell you Michael's father was a great lake sailor, therefore he was seldom if ever home, so it was just my baby boy and me.  I think Michael's first words were in the form of question, like; Doing? Going?  Whenever I put a jacket or sweater on I remember him saying Going Dayle Going?  I think his first sentence was "In A Minute"  that must have been what I said to him so often.  He was and still is a delight in my life and the lives of almost everyone who knows him.  He is handsome, outgoing and very smart.  I am grateful that he was born and that he was born to me, we raised each other.  Thank You Michael.

Still snowed in at Harolds and still snowing outside.  My car is still in Walkerton where I last dog/house sat, going to attempt to get it tomorrow and take it home.  I am missing home and my family there.

December 7th, 2010.................6:07p.m.