This day one year ago…
Excuse me while I get all sentimental on you. I just can’t stop myself.
On this day one year ago, I was miserable. I was about 5 days from my due date, so pregnant big time. I’d been having contractions since the day before. We even went to the hospital in the morning of this day thinking maybe this was it. But I wasn’t progressing so I was sent home.
I spent most of the day trying to do business as usually, stopping periodically to breathe through a contraction. I went on two long walks, one with Dale, while Ron was at karate, and one with Dale and Ron just TRYING to get things to move along. I was seriously beginning to think that baby was just NOT COMING. Or at least, was going to make my life hell before he came to meet us. (I can just see him in there, laughing about how miserable I was.) During the walks, I’d have to stop to breathe but I tried to just walk through them. Making dinner was much the same way. At this point, I just wanted this baby to get here already. (Oh, and I wanted him to do so before my birthday which is May 26th.)
Looking back, I miss it. I know, it’s all crazy talk. But there is something about the anticipation of meeting your child. The one that has been growing inside you, the one that you contributed half of your genes to, and in this case, whom my husband, the man I love with all my heart, contributed the other half. How cool is that?! The awe of what the body can and does do. The amazement upon seeing that little being. Who does he look like? What’s his personality going to be like? Honestly, I’d go back and do either of my labors again, both having their pros and cons. But I loved the process, as crazy as it sounds.
My baby boy wasn’t born this day; he was born at 1:39 am tomorrow. But I spent most of this day, one year ago, in labor, just waiting. My water breaking at 11:30 pm, and running out the door in the most pain I have ever felt. All the while calling my mom to meet us at the hospital, telling her I was sure it would be a while (and it wasn’t) until I delivered, and yelling directions to Dale about how to care for our little baby girl being left at home. (He did a great job with her, and we are so thankful he was willing to stay here with us, anticipating our new arrival.)
So that’s what I’ve been thinking about all of today. With his birthday tomorrow, and my birthday on Friday, I’m beginning to think that mom’s are the one’s who should be celebrating their kids birthday’s. I know I’ll be wishing my mom a happy “birth” day to her on my birthday.
