maybe dreams come true

chapter 13&14

I'm a mother!
I'm a mother!
I've got my little baby:)
The last days were very exciting,probably it was the most exciting part of my life.
But I'll start from scratch.
I think it's good that Sam lives at his own home again, so both of us have our freetime and we often see each other.
And I decided to take one year out of school and go back to studying when the baby is one year old.
Then, while I was in the bath, Sam came to visit me. Maybe his mum told him what's going on.
First he stayed outside of the bath, but then he came in and..I don't know, it was a bit strange.
Yes, actually, he saw me naked lots of times, we slept often together, but since I'm pregnant he never saw me without any clothes, and maybe he finds it weird, seeing me like that, with a big stomach and so on.
But that's how I look now.
And then, I don't know what was wrong, but I was so afraid of the hospital and Sam said something wrong and I became very angry.I called him bastard and lots of other bad names.
Embarrassing.But my mum and Sam knew that it's normal for a pregnant woman and therefore he wasn't angry with me. Anyway, I excused myself and told him that I'm really scared and so Sam held my hand and said everything will be fine:)
After this we hadn't got much time.Quickly I packed some clothes and other things for the hospital.
In my room, we've got a little conflict about the music.
We took a CD-player with us, but then we couldn't agree what we should listen to.
Finally, my mum took one of her CDs and we didn't said anything against it.
The next few hours felt like days, waiting, waiting, waiting before I slept a bit.
Then the constractions started again and everything went on quickly.
Although it hurt a lot, the nurse and my mum told me, that they could see already the head and then I held my baby in my arms.
It was such an indescribable feeling and it was wonderful.
I heard the music in the background and asked my mum what it was.
And she told me the name of the singer: Rufus Wainwright.
Sam and me never talked about a name for our child and I was sure, my little boy should have the same name like the singer from the song played at his birth.
So, I called him Rufus!
After that, a lot of people visited me, congratulated me and gave me presents and said that the baby looked exactly like me..
Sam's mother, Mark and my dad arrived a bit later, too.
But then, when I thought everything was good, my and Sam's mum discussed about which last name Rufus should get.
Jones or Burns?
The both had a big stress until I decided that the baby should have the name of his father and was content with Rufus Jones.
And now, I laying here, with my little baby in my arms, and I think it's the best day of my life. I'm so proud with Rufus and that I was such a strong and brave woman:)