Thursday, February 23, 2012

The Story of my Son

Here is the story of the day I became a Mom, the day my whole world changed, the day I realized one little baby could make my heart burst with pride.

On February 13th, I began to feel 'uncomfortable', and went about my day. I kept doing my daily chores, I vacuumed, swept and mopped floors, cleaned the bathroom, cooked meals, paid some bills, tutored, and helped my husband with some schoolwork. I noticed that my back continued to hurt, but thought that maybe I was just tired from the day. By 1:00 am, I knew that this wasn't just back pain, but thought I would give it some time. After sleeping for a few hours, I was up and in the shower, convinced that I should shave my legs and wash my hair, since this was going to be a big day!

I got my husband up at 8:00 am and let my midwife know that today was going to be the day. I puttered around the house and snuggled with Molly girl (my four-legged dog-child). She went to my in-laws for a few days, and I missed my little girl so much over the next three days. When my midwife arrived, we had breakfast and chatted, while my husband worked on setting up the birthing tub.

Over the next few hours, I laughed and joked alongside my husband and midwife, breathing through contractions and rolling on the yoga ball. By 2:00 pm, the contractions were every two minutes apart and lasting for a minute. They were completely bearable, and I enjoyed stepping into the birth pool two hours later. For an hour, I kept thinking I was on some kind of vacation, the warm water did wonders! When 5:00 pm rolled around, I knew we were getting closer. I was in transition, and did my best to let my body do the work, to accept the pain, and to just let it be.

I pushed for forty minutes, and he was born at 6:43 pm. It was the most fulfilling experience of my life. I had my son. I was a mom.

The little man came out a little too complacent, but after a few minutes he was just fine. Now we are settling in to a new routine, and I am doing my best to rest as much as possible....even though I wish I could go back to my 'old' self right now, the Lord is teaching me patience.

Patience.....in all things.


A picture of the two of us from his first bath....

More updates to come....

Everyday miracles.

4 comments:

Mrs.Rabe said...

Fantastic - what a beautiful birth story...

Beautiful photo too!

Enjoy that sweet boy...they get big quick...I have one who is 6 and one who is 22 and a Daddy!

Deanna

Laura said...

40 minutes???????? 40????? That IS a miracle! I swear, with my first kid, I pushed for 40 days!!!!!

He is beautiful.
You glow.
And yeah..PATIENCE....this my dear, is an ON GOING LEARNING EXPERIENCE...mothers are tested, daily...sometimes hourly, in so many ways, it is amazing we survive.

but we do.
we do more than survive....
if we keep God close...we thrive.

and I know you will.

God bless

Bekah said...

Sounds like a beautiful birth!!

Little Wife on the Prairie said...

What a beautiful story and a beautiful picture!! Congratulations. This first few months is the most wonderful time with them. :) Praying everything falls into place and that you enjoy your new normal. :)