7of the august 2008 was not the most wonderful day of my life. I had 2 hours (yes, only 2 hours) of nice pain (without anesthesy) and at the end of those 2 hours, the woman who "helped" me to give life pushed like a mad woman on my belly. Elliott was still inside and I really lived it bad.
But the 7th of august, I lived the most wonderful moment of my life when Elliott came out, giving me his first present when he stopped all the pain the woman did to me. Then he came on my chest and started to moan slowly. He was born and life became something new.
I love you my son.
75 mm (35mm equiv.)