James

When my sister was born, my dog died. My dog, was my best friend at the time, basically my only friend. But now, my sister is my best friend, mind you she is only 4. I still love her dearly.
Now, years later. One of the most important man too ever come into my life died, my grandfather. The only real dad figure I had growing up. A month and a half later, I was pregnant, with a new main man in my life, James.

James, my little big man.  Born August 30 2011, 9lbs and 01oz. I gained 30 lbs my pregnancy and lost all of it before i even left the hospital. My pregnancy was easy, no serious complications. Just the back ache and mood swings. My labor on the other hand, was very dramatic, he takes after his mother this way. He really rushed and took his time with coming out and flipped sunny side up and had to slow my contractions.. blah blah blah , almost everything too go wrong did other then he did not wrap himself up in the cord ( THANK YOU JAMES ) The doctors got lazy and started threatening a c-section, but i refused. I'm a real bitch, lets just throw in some contractions and pain in the loop ( I was a joy .. not ). But at 3.06 AM, my bundle of joy arrived.  He had a black eye, because he was a forceps baby and I need a episiotomy.