About two weeks before you were born (I really thought you would have been born by now, but in fact you ended up being a week late), I got a real bad back ache. Your Grandma had told me that sometimes people have back labor, so I thought it was all starting! I called up your Grandma and I said “Mom, I think the baby might be coming soon because I think I might be getting that back labor you told me about.” She said “Oh boy! Why don’t you put a heating pad on your back to see if that helps.” So I put a heating pad on my back on the lowest setting and layed in bed for about a half hour. When I took the heating pad off I had three burn marks on my back that hurt real bad. I was so mad that the heating pad had burned me. I was about ready to take the heating pad back to the store and tell them I wanted to return it because it burned me. Luckily I was going to the doctor the next day. When I got to the doctor’s office I told her about my back pain and the fact that I burned myself with a heating pad. She said “Honey, you didn’t burn yourself! Those are shingles!” I said “What are shingles?!” I honestly didn’t know what it was. She said they come from chicken pox and you get them from yourself if you’ve had chicken pox.
So there I was…two weeks away from having you (really three weeks), and sitting in bed with the shingles. I cannot express to you the pain of the shingles or how uncomfortable I was at the end of the pregnancy, but all I know is that I just wanted to meet you. I was glad you were ok in my belly but I just wanted to meet my baby boy. I would go through all the pain again because I knew it was something I just had to deal with and it was another obstacle I had to overcome to be able to meet you in the end.