Hello, our little angel!

After thirty-eight weeks passed, at four in the morning, I woke up from strange spasms; they seemed to be like symptoms for food poisoning. A bit later, I realized that the birth pangs started.

At seven in the morning, my husband and I were in the hospital already. He was sent home to bring the birth certificate and advised not to come earlier than ten in the morning. The nurse knew that he had high blood pressure and needed to worry less.

At eight forty-five in the morning, on October 28, 2007, by means of spinal anesthesia and caesarean section, our son, Seraphim, was born.

I was more than happy and although there truly was risk connected with the surgical intervention, my happiness, at that moment, was complete.

All the staff in the hospital noticed:
«The son is a living image of his dad!»

My beloved man doted upon his youngest son and it was clearly evident that he was no less happy than I was.

Seraphim showed the traits of his character at once — he was patient to wet swaddling clothes and inconvenient positions, but the feeding should be this very minute, without any delay. I really wanted to breastfeed and give my baby all the necessary nutrients.