Mommy Dearest at http://campclan.blogspot.com/ is starting a writing project called Moments in Motherhood; so here is part one to mine.
I’ll never forget the day David and I found out I was pregnant with our little Princess. We were both shocked, scared, and excited all at the same time. We weren’t financially ready to bring a baby into the world but then again who really is? The next nine months changed who I would be for the rest of my life. Not only was I changing physically, but I was changing emotionally, and spiritually. Every time I looked in the mirror or went to the Dr. for checkups I couldn’t believe that I was carrying a little life inside me. God is so awesome the way he has made us that it still amazes me. As I was getting closer to that nine month mark I started to worry if I would be a good mother, and how painful childbirth would be, especially after the child birth class David and I took. Just one look at those larger than life salad tongs they call forceps and I was thinking there is no way I can do this. Oh and the look on David’s face was priceless-kind of like I’m glad it’s you and not me-nice huh.
Alright so the whole month of April my sister stayed with me and I will be forever thankful to her for keeping me company all that time. Anyways her and my mom just knew that she would be born on the 15th since that’s my sister and my grandmothers birthday. Well she wasn’t, as a matter of fact this little one decided to hang out untill one day before her actual due date.
That morning I wasn’t able to relax because I felt like I was have menstrual cramps, so I called my mom. What do you think she said–“Don’t you read any of the stuff they give you, those are called contractions!” Well excuse me this is my first go-round. Alright so I called the Dr. office and they said to go to the hospital to get checked out. Now I had to call David to come home so he could pick us up and take us. Go to the hospital walked around for about an hour and then they say well you are contracting but you’re not dilating so why don’t you go home and relax.
And that’s exactly what I did, by the time I got home (20 min drive), I took about a 20 min nap and then that’s when all the fun started. I remember waking up thinking “oh crap did I just pee on myself.” I felt around on the bed and thankfully no; went to the bathroom and realized after everything that I didn’t pee in the potty, instead that is where my water broke. So after I go potty the pain hits me like a truck. I’m talking doubled over in pain feeling like I just been stabbed or something. Here I am sitting on the potty and yelling for my sister. She comes in totally freaking out asking me what’s wrong I say I don’t know just go call mom. My sis helps me to my room, tells David what is going on (he was in the bathroom this whole time). My mom of course knows what’s going on, she tells my sister this is it and to take me to the hospital. Here I am crying and pleading for David to hurry up and get there, I’ve got one foot on the dashboard and the other on the floor trying to remember my breathing.
Finally get to the hospital and the nurses are doing a shift change and one says “Now sweetie why couldn’t of you started labor here.” Oh geez I don’t know, I thought this way would be more fun. I’m not going to lie I didn’t take labor like a champ, I cried, screamed, and begged for it to be over. Did I mention earlier that I didn’t want to do this naturally? I planned to have an epidural so I wouldn’t have to feel all that pain. My mom stayed because she said she took one look at David and my sister and said they looked like a deer in headlights. *My mom hates the site of blood.*
I’ll never forget the look on my Dr. face when she told me I couldn’t have an epidural because I had dilated to fast. She genuinely looked sad for me. After she told me I cried, and no not the same cry, think more of a little girl who has lost her favorite doll. I looked at David and said this isn’t how I had it planned, this isn’t the way it’s supposed to be. Go on and laugh it’s ok because I laugh about now : )
I remember telling David he better be happy because I’m never going through this again-umm I’ll be writing part 2 in about a day or two. My mom and the nurse laughed saying that everybody says that but at the time I meant it. Ok so here it is I got to the hospital at 6 p.m. and my little Sweet Pea was born at 9 p.m. It took me about four pushes and she was out. I finally stopped crying because the pain of labor was instantly gone and as I look up I see David, my sister, and my mom crying. Oh I wish I had a camera but at least I have the memory. David cut the cord and they handed her to me and I couldn’t believe that I was finally getting to hold her and see her. They cleaned her up and gave her to David and he started crying again-that moment is burned into my mind. It was so sweet and tender that it made me cry out of happiness.
I knew I could do anything if I just put my mind to it but I honestly didn’t think I could give birth naturally. Thankfully I had my family there with me encouraging me every step of the way. I would never take back all of the pain I felt because it only lasted for a moment. What lasts a lifetime are the nine months I carried her inside of me feeling her move around, and then getting to look upon that sweet little angelic face for the first time are moments I will never forget for as long as I live. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me-man that is so true.