hey wittians!!!
i have decided to write a story a little similar to mine.
it called 'rasing dionne herself' and its about how having
a child at a young age can help you discover who you are.
here it goes, lots of love
ally xx
9th May.
Tyger-Joseph Penland was born today at 12.30am. He weighed at 9lb
3oz and is just gorgeous. Though I would say that being his mother.
We had visitors come to the hospital to see me and him. They bought
every type of baby gift you could imagine. From t-shirts to teddies
and discount cards to dummies, the hospital room is full of gifts.
I went into labour with Tyger at nine o’clock this morning
and after an uncomfortable three and a half hours of contractions
and screaming and such he came and the pain of having him instantly
went. When he was handed to me I couldn’t stop crying and the
whole world was lit up. ‘Hello, Tyger.’ I said
addressing him. ‘Hello, Tyger, I’m your mommy. Yes I
am, I’m your mommy’ it was all I could manage to say at
the time. I knew his name before I had him as I had always loved
the name Tyger and I added the name Joseph to Tyger because of my
dad, Joseph Penland. Tyger looked up at me and stuck his tiny
tongue out. He squealed a bit and thrashed around but he stayed
pretty much where he was. Then he began to sleep. I felt tired to
so I handed my new born son to my dad and tucked myself up for a
kip. He squealed and squirmed and I heard my dad say ‘Tyger,
hello hunny, I’m your granddad. Shall we let mommy sleep and
go and meet uncle Henry outside?’ he loves the idea of being
a granddad and wants to teach Tyger how to play football and rugby
and everything. My older brother Henry is a international rugby
player and he plays for south Africa and live there too, he came
home last week to watch me while dad worked, he slowly warmed to my
bump and I home he falls in love with Tyger too. Even though it was
twelve o’clock and there was light pouring into my hospital
room I had, had a rough day and hadn’t been sleeping much
because little unborn Tyger would kick me every time I lay on my
side, and I had to lie on my back and I hate that. The things I do
for that child! Anyway, I sat up after a minute or two to gulp the
chocolate milk my dad had bought for me after leaving Tyger with
Henry in the empty cubicle next to me. I forced the chocolate milk
down and did a burp I was immensely ashamed of and settled back
down to sleep. I heard Henry saying ‘eww dirty mommy, eww
Tyger, mommy burped’ as I drifted off.
My name is Dionne Penland and I am sixteen years
old.
hey wittians!!! i have decided to write a story a little similar
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