This is kind of the story of your beginning.
Your mom and dad weren't bound by chemistry or hormones. The night you were magically made was as magical as the ones before. Simply for the fact that your mommy really loves daddy and vice-versa.
So, we were both pretty conscious that you could happen from love making. And in that cold Saturday night of December, when I got up in the middle of the night, once again, pretty certain there was something wrong with me, I did a pregnancy test and there it was: 2-3 weeks pregnant.
"What now?" - I thought. And went back to bed, trying to figure out what to do next. It's not that I didn't want you. But being pregnant is a ground breaking milestone in life. At least for me. And I was petrified of what might happen from then on. "Would your dad want you?", "What would happen at work?", "What would grandpa say?", "How would we survive with our payrolls?"...
I couldn't sleep and couldn't keep the secret all for myself. So I woke up your dad to tell him the news. First he asked me how it was possible...like he didn't know the answer. After I explained he just hugged me and told me everything was going to be ok. So I fell asleep.
He didn't remember this the other day.
And that was why he was initially so weary of letting me know how happy he was - he wasn't sure I was happy with the news or if it was true.
Until the first day of 2018 I woke up and went to the bathroom. (Funny how your beginning started "twice" in toilets...but moving on...)
I was bleeding intensely and got so scared that called grandpa L for help. He came in from the living room (yes, we were in the same apartment) and after helping me dress up took me to the hospital. Daddy was sleeping most of this time.
By this time I suspected I was pregnant, but had no scientific confirmation. No blood works or ultrasound.
After waiting for 4 hours, I finally got in the hospital room to get an ultrasound. The doctor showed me the monitor with a blob and a blinking light. "Se that blink? That's your babies heart".
She also told me I was in risk of loosing you. But I think I didn't actually get stuck on that part because there it was: the undeniable proof that you existed. That you were there.
So, when we got home, the first face I saw was your dad. Looking worried sick. Waiting for news.
And that's when I told him: I was a time-lord. I had two hearts.
And baby, I can still remember his smile, while letting some tears fall. You were just a bleep and you were so loved already.
So...this is why your mom is a Timelord. But you will still have to grow up a little so you can understand what a Timelord is. Or "exterminate!" jokes.
Love,
Mom
