fast forward to june. i moved in at görkem's place, second lane at the street village, mine is at the very edge at the first lane. my tummy was pretty huge already, baby bump you could say. and görkem had to be the one to provide for me for the mean time by continuing his job. he was a local lifeguard at our city beach. life was pretty good with him but being pregnant at a young age was kinda boring and exhausting. i did nothing but watch tv, write and read, clean his house, cooked and wait for him to get home.
september at exactly 4:04 p.m it was the day of my conceiving. i was in a labor for 3 hours. görkem was with me the whole time. at 6:34 a.m my baby was born. a boy. we named him björn tadzio andresen. a couple hours later after packing up, i went out of the hospital in a wheelchair carrying görkem's child and him pushing the wheelchair back to his car. what a moment to remember. to feel so young yet so mature at a time.
