Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 2)
Jayden Makieh Kelly
As each day and the third month passed by I was still shocked. But, my love for you was solid, set firmly in place and locked. At four months pregnant I felt your fluttering, and at first, thought it was quite bothering. I also got to hear your tiny heart beat. The sound was so sweet and pleasing to my ears of course, but at the same time it reminded me of a galloping horse! At five months I started to feel a little less sick and even got to feel your undeniably, strong kick! Now the feeling of you moving around and kicking, nestled in my stomach where you resided, comforted me because it allowed me to know that you still safely existed right there inside me. From the beginning, my family and I had been hoping that you would be a girl and allowed that feeling to deeply sink. We went to stores looked at all the girls clothes and imagined how pretty you would be in pink. At twenty-two weeks on October 13, I had the ultrasound that would determine your health and sex. Deep down inside I knew that I wouldn’t hear the news that I had expected. The doctor typed on the screen ‘Boy’ alongside your little wee wee, and I must admit the news kind of upset me. I was upset because I had gotten used to thinking about all of the pink and the girl names, however no matter what my love for you would undeniably be the exact same. Boy or girl it makes no difference, because for life my baby boy I am in this. At almost six months, your name was decided and planned with good meaning behind it. Jayden Makieh Kelly is who you will come into the world as. Your name starts with the letter ’J’ just as your dad’s. Your middle name is Makieh and was derived from a very special person in my life. He recently passed away and his name was Mack William Sandidge, Junior. I could not give birth to you and not include him as part of our future. For almost twenty years he did things that I don’t think could be done by no other. He provided and took care of me as if he was my father. Even though biologically he wasn’t, psychologically, and every other way he was. There wasn’t a limit to all that he gave, all that he shared, all of his love. I still don’t think I could ever thank him enough, so with your middle name I provided a small token of such.
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