The story of us

It was 2012 and I was in love. I was convinced I was gonna marry him. His name was Dane and we'd been dating for a year when I met Benjamin. 
     Benjamin was everything Dane wasn't. It was so easy and natural for me to be around Benjamin, with Dane things were confusing and frustrating. They couldn't be less similar. He was daring, funny, restrained, he loved things that I hated, he wasn't a bad boy but he definitely wasn't a good one. I didn't realize I was in love with Benjamin for a long, long time. 

     Benjamin and I couldn't get enough of each other. I didn't know I could be such best friends with someone. We were extremely opposite, but similar enough to compromise. Benjamin was the most caring male I'd ever met. He was so sweet and kind and gentle. I found myself staying up at night thinking about him. When we started dating, in November of 2012 we couldn't get enough of each other, we built blanket forts, we experimentally made vegan foods, etc., it didn't matter what we did as long as we were together.

     I wasn't surprised when I found out I was pregnant in April. I think somewhere in my subconscious I already knew. So, we moved in together and Benjamin supported me and our unborn child. 
     Since we had Charles-Winston our marriage has been sort of rocky, but I think it's on the mend now that he is sleeping better. It's really hard to feel loving towards someone when all you want to do is deck them. 
     It'd be hard for me to understand how two completely different people could love each other so passionately if I wasn't one of them.
     I'm so proud that Benjamin stepped up to the plate and became the father and husband he is today, he's such a great influence on both Charles-Winston and I. We can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together.

Shots fired

Today my sweet baby boy had to get his immunizations. Just by that sentence, you already know it was a terrible day. 

     So of course, the whole day I'm dragging my feet and very anxious, then we get to the doctors and Charles-Winston had no idea what was coming, he's laughing and smiling at the doctor. Then came the shots. Weirdly enough he had one oral "shot", it was like the same thing as a regular immunization, but he just drank it, so that was cool. When the phlebotomist jabbed him the first time he did one long cry with a seemingly everlasting scream and then he gave me the ultimate look of betrayal. The woman causing all this pain and confusion was pretty speedy and efficient, but she just kept going at it, one after the other and my precious child was pinned down and screaming at the top of his lungs. Fortunately, this time I was brave enough not to leave him at this time of need (last time I had to leave the room, it was just too much for me). I held his hand and when she was done, I held him and he quickly forgot all about it.

     My theory about these kinds of things is that the baby is like totally fine 5 minutes later, but the mothers, they'll be scarred for life. Charles-Winston seems to be completely fine now, in fact at this moment, he's laughing in the other room with his dad, so it can't be that rough.