Lots of single mothers were very successful.
When Laura was feeling daunted by the prospect of the whole thing, she liked to imagine the little girl inside of her as a child of eight or nine, telling her mother what she wanted to be when she grew up—a doctor maybe, or an astronaut. She hoped that her daughter would have high aspirations because she would have seen her mother somehow manage to do it all.
The idea of being Supermom and raising a strong, independent daughter who wasn't reliant on men was what kept Laura going in the months that followed. She wanted to prove to the world and herself that she could do this.
As time went on, she stopped dropping by the fire station on the off-chance that Daniel would be there. She stopped making her bi-weekly calls to the Colorado stations to see if anyone had encountered an incredibly handsome captain from Albuquerque.
Instead, she concentrated on herself and her baby, working hard to keep her business thriving even as she made time for doctor's appointments and ultrasounds. She went shopping on the weekends with Sophie for baby bottles and blankets, and was even taking cooking lessons from her mother so that her child wouldn't have to live off of noodles and Reese's Pieces as she grew.
In time, she even began to look forward to the idea of having a child, as scary as it was. Yet, she already knew that she would love this child inside her. Laura's plan hadn't included children until much further down the line, and she had never been particularly broody over the thought of having kids, but then, from the moment she saw the outline of her baby on the first ultrasound, her maternal instincts kicked in and suddenly the woman from the lipstick advertisement was replaced with the Yoga for Mommies woman in her new collection of Moms-to-Be magazines, who Laura felt sympathized with her and the new cellulite on her thighs.
Although Laura hadn't been prepared for pregnancy, she was right in thinking that nine months was a long time and the wait matured her and made her ready. She was already thinking of names for her little girl—although she had to keep reminding herself it could be a boy—and she was thinking Annie, after her grandmother, for a girl or Luke, after her brother, for a boy. Sophie, of course, would be godmother.
The months passed and in the ninth month, on the 28th of February, the predicted date of birth, baby Annie came tumbling into the world, right on time; just according to the plan. She was a beautiful baby with soft, dark golden hair just like her father's, though it was curly like her mother's, and her eyes were dark like Laura's. Her skin was the color of bronzed caramel, and Laura loved everything about her. After all the waiting and worry, Laura looked down at her little girl and felt nothing but love. The first time that her little baby wrapped her tiny fingers around Laura's own was perhaps the single most magical moment of her life. She was enchanted by the beauty and perfection of her daughter.
She wasn’t the only one. Her parents came to visit her in the maternity ward on the day of Annie's birth, every bit the proud grandparents. And, of course, Sophie came with balloons and flowers and Newborn magazine. Her brother was not far behind and was a doting uncle from the start. Laura's family and best friend gathered around her and her baby that day, and although she felt a little tug of sadness and a little remnant of fear that she was doing this on her own, more than anything Laura felt glad to have her little girl out in the world and in her arms. Her heart swelled with love every time that she looked at her and she knew that she would move heaven and earth for this child.
It was difficult at first adjusting to having a newborn in the house, but Laura was blessed with loving family and friends. Sophie willingly covered for her at the shop and her mother stayed the first few nights to help with the night feeding while Laura recovered from the
When Laura was feeling daunted by the prospect of the whole thing, she liked to imagine the little girl inside of her as a child of eight or nine, telling her mother what she wanted to be when she grew up—a doctor maybe, or an astronaut. She hoped that her daughter would have high aspirations because she would have seen her mother somehow manage to do it all.
The idea of being Supermom and raising a strong, independent daughter who wasn't reliant on men was what kept Laura going in the months that followed. She wanted to prove to the world and herself that she could do this.
As time went on, she stopped dropping by the fire station on the off-chance that Daniel would be there. She stopped making her bi-weekly calls to the Colorado stations to see if anyone had encountered an incredibly handsome captain from Albuquerque.
Instead, she concentrated on herself and her baby, working hard to keep her business thriving even as she made time for doctor's appointments and ultrasounds. She went shopping on the weekends with Sophie for baby bottles and blankets, and was even taking cooking lessons from her mother so that her child wouldn't have to live off of noodles and Reese's Pieces as she grew.
In time, she even began to look forward to the idea of having a child, as scary as it was. Yet, she already knew that she would love this child inside her. Laura's plan hadn't included children until much further down the line, and she had never been particularly broody over the thought of having kids, but then, from the moment she saw the outline of her baby on the first ultrasound, her maternal instincts kicked in and suddenly the woman from the lipstick advertisement was replaced with the Yoga for Mommies woman in her new collection of Moms-to-Be magazines, who Laura felt sympathized with her and the new cellulite on her thighs.
Although Laura hadn't been prepared for pregnancy, she was right in thinking that nine months was a long time and the wait matured her and made her ready. She was already thinking of names for her little girl—although she had to keep reminding herself it could be a boy—and she was thinking Annie, after her grandmother, for a girl or Luke, after her brother, for a boy. Sophie, of course, would be godmother.
The months passed and in the ninth month, on the 28th of February, the predicted date of birth, baby Annie came tumbling into the world, right on time; just according to the plan. She was a beautiful baby with soft, dark golden hair just like her father's, though it was curly like her mother's, and her eyes were dark like Laura's. Her skin was the color of bronzed caramel, and Laura loved everything about her. After all the waiting and worry, Laura looked down at her little girl and felt nothing but love. The first time that her little baby wrapped her tiny fingers around Laura's own was perhaps the single most magical moment of her life. She was enchanted by the beauty and perfection of her daughter.
She wasn’t the only one. Her parents came to visit her in the maternity ward on the day of Annie's birth, every bit the proud grandparents. And, of course, Sophie came with balloons and flowers and Newborn magazine. Her brother was not far behind and was a doting uncle from the start. Laura's family and best friend gathered around her and her baby that day, and although she felt a little tug of sadness and a little remnant of fear that she was doing this on her own, more than anything Laura felt glad to have her little girl out in the world and in her arms. Her heart swelled with love every time that she looked at her and she knew that she would move heaven and earth for this child.
It was difficult at first adjusting to having a newborn in the house, but Laura was blessed with loving family and friends. Sophie willingly covered for her at the shop and her mother stayed the first few nights to help with the night feeding while Laura recovered from the
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