Mamma
In 1963, I gave birth for the first time. It was a horrid October afternoon and we were all huddled down in the living room listening to the rain and trying to concentrate of the television set. It wasn't much use.
My husband at the time was sitting down withe just until he got tired enough to go to bed. This was back when he still worked the night shift. 6 weeks on, 6 weeks off.
This was very well planned on his part as it meant that he could be with both me and the new born for a full month and a half.
Right as the credits started to roll on the tedious documentary that Tony had out on, I went into labour.
Tony rushed me to the hospital in his beaten up van and practically flew me through the hospital doors and intobed.
Tony had spared to expensive. We had gone private and that meant that we could have a private room with plenty of space. I didn't feel rushed and is truly believe it made for a much calmer situation.
14 hours later and I had a beautiful son. I had never been in so much pain and I never believed that I would be able to bring life into this world. But as I held my new baby, my little baby Danny in my arms, I knew I was going to be the best mama possible to him.
He was so precious, I could hold him in my arms for hours and he wouldn't get heavy. I fell in love the second I saw him.
Tony cried. I had never seen him cry before. But when he held his son we couldn't stop himself.
He had to go to work straight after he was born. He left me in the hospital and worked 18 hours straight on now more than an hours sleep. I was ever so proud.
He came back to the hospital, kissed me on my head and whispered in baby Danny's ear; "we love you more than anything, son." And then, kissing me again he added "I love you mama Ferrilli."
I miss him more than anything.
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