Daniel Christopher Claude was born at exactly 7:49 P.M weighing seven healthy pounds. His chubby, angelic face was topped with a light blonde hair and as soon as he opened his eyes, green depths greeted me and I knew for sure that this was a pure Claude. He was currently cradled on Aunt Jill's arms, as Jill called herself, while Martin and Lewis was busy taking pictures of him.
I was lying on the hospital bed but I liked to call it a presidential suite with Dylan sitting next to me, his huge frame on my side as if he was protecting me from the world. I chose the natural delivery because I believed that every woman was going through it every single day and I won't let my coward-self would be the hindrance of delivering my son to the world naturally. It was full of pain because I refused to
