It was time…
I was going to be a mother. Jonathan was going to be a father.
We were going to be parents.
I couldn’t help but think that I wasn’t ready for this next step into adulthood. I don’t turn 18 for another few months and I felt unprepared for what was going to happen next. I want to be the best mother and luna that I could be. But at such a young age, how could I possibly be what Jonathan and this little girl need.
We didn’t even have an actual name for her yet except for “baby girl”.
I felt pathetic for not coming up with a name. What kind of mother doesn’t name their young?
I wasn’t supposed to be giving birth for another few weeks. Was it normal for it to come this early? I thought I would have more time.
I was thankful that Beverly was able to get to the house on
