Pascale, Montréal-Nord (1/4)
"Two days before my son was born, I wrote him a letter in which I explained everything that troubled me: the pregnancy, the birth, the feminist woman I wanted to become... I had a conflicted relationship with my body. I was full of stretch marks and I was embarrassed to show it. At the same time, I was proud because it was about to give birth and I was excited to see what my son would look like. In this letter, I told him about my fears too. I was afraid to doubt myself too much, to not be confident enough or to always fear I’d be wrong in my decisions. It’s special because, when I reread this letter, I realize that what happened was the complete opposite. I'd never been more relaxed in my life than the day they put my son on me at the hospital. When he came out, the doctor held him and moved him towards me. I remember thinking ‘Oh my God! Oh my God! What should I do? How should I hold him?’ But they put him on my chest and the room became really calm. He stopped crying right away. Even to this day, our life together is like that. Gentle and sweet. I base my decisions on my instincts. I mean, I do research and everything, but in the end, I’m much more confident than I thought I'd be."