Being morbidly obese is something I identify with every single day, but it wasn’t until I was pregnant that I gained a better body self-image. Pregnant, I felt the glow despite the hormonal rivers that shown upon my face with acne. I was truly happy. My feet were swollen and I had edema. Gestational diabetes, faded away towards the last weeks of my pregnancy, but left little black needle marks and bruises all over my baby swollen tummy. I felt the kicks and flutters of excitement of life growing inside a once barren environment. I felt like I was on top of the world. When I was nine months pregnant, many people asked me if I was glad to soon be delivering my son, and I would respond back that I was content he was thriving inside of me. Him growing in utero was the most fabulous and remarkable time of my life. I didn’t know that when I went into a mad rage to clean and tidy up our room for my son’s arrival that I was indeed nesting. Nor did I know that when I felt my son kicking-out in utero was actually me having some major contractions. So when I went in to have my amniocentesis to check for his lung development to deliver him early because of gestational diabetes, I was shocked to know that I would be admitted to Labor and Delivery immediately without the amnio nor my husband by my side. My son came into this world, January 19th, 2006, at 9:26 pm and I felt a wave of sadness knowing born my son would no longer be inside of my womb. I had pangs of sadness that didn’t allow me to sleep after having the emergency c-section after I had failed labor and he was lodged in my birthing canal. I saw my son briefly when my husband walked him over all snuggled up in his aquamarine and pink striped receiving blanket and I kissed him for the first time. With surprise of not being able to see because I didn’t have on eyeglasses and the shock of, yes, I am a mother now, I had a hard time with the reality he was indeed was my newborn son. Thankfully, logic pulled through and I trusted the newborn my husband was holding was indeed our son made out of our love and committment for one another. It wasn’t until 8 am the next morning Tien Andrew Yoyo Yuen was cleared by doctors and nurses to be healthy enough to be held by his Mommy for the first time. I still treasure that first time I held my son and am thankful my husband took a picture of it. My face is evident that acne broke out all over. I was thoroughly tired cause I didn’t sleep and still, yet, I was in heaven because I was a new mother. Enclosed are two pictures I treasure. You can visit my son’s web blog on his development in utero and after birth at http://dimartino-yuenbaby.blogspot.com. I thank you for telling the stories of so many women around the world. Its given to me courage to express my story of how my morbidly obese body turned into a haven to grow and nurture a loving son.