The hardest part of the beginning of Camila’s life in my tummy was telling my parents. You see, my family is hardcore Ecuadorian. We believe in strict values, like moving out when we’re married and having children inside stable Catholic marriages and of course at 17 I didn’t have any of that. Thinking back at how I executed the task of telling my parents actually makes me laugh a little now. First, I told the closest thing I have to a sister… my aunt who then told her husband and my grandmother. All three of them accompanied me, for “moral support,” to tell my parents. My dad threw a pillow at me and my mom didn’t speak to me a week, I knew I had fu*ked up of a deeper level. But of course as families go, today everything is okay. My parent’s adore my daughter, I’m married to the love of my life and we’re both working hard to finish school and take care of our home.
Happy tiny human, happy life!