For the entire month of May, I’m a part of a campaign with 9 other bloggers for Bump Month. Nine websites across the country will all be particpiating in celebrating everything pregnancy. We’ll talk maternity and newborn and of course we’ll have some fab giveaways along the way to let you all play along and have some fun.
For this first week, we were tasked with sharing a personal birth story. Now I have two kids and two birth stories and this one really made me hesitate because I have two very different stories.
The first involves 22 hours of excruciating back labor with very little pain meds. It involves a distressed baby Nate. It involves panic and fear and my scream to my mother to please make sure my husband takes good care of the cats if I die because I was that petrified that neither I nor my baby would survive as they rushed me on a stretcher down to the operating room because my baby had to come out ASAP via emergency c-section.
It involves a healthy baby but a horrible recovery. I had a lot of pain during recovery and I was depressed. The latter wasn’t helped by the fact that I gave birth during the cold month of December.
And while it’s been seven years and I can look back and say, “well that sucked but I’m over it,” I still don’t like to dwell on it much.
#2 was the complete opposite experience. A planned C-section, I happily chatted through my operation and still remember being on an endorphin high holding Cole in the recover room. I walked the hospital literally hours after the surgery because it was such a smooth and normal operation without the exhaustion of hours of labor. I felt great.
Two totally different experiences physically.
But here’s the bottom line and what I remember the most when I think about my two experiences giving birth – I remember the love I felt both times looking down and seeing my sons’ faces for the first time.
I remember the awe of knowing this little guy came from inside of me and that he was ours to love and cherish and take care of for life. I remember the innocence I had the first time around with Nate – being shocked that within minutes I could love someone so completely that it overwhelmed me.
And that’s really what it boils down to for me when I hear about anyone’s birth story. It doesn’t really matter how your kid came out. It doesn’t matter if they’re adopted. It doesn’t matter if they were sliced out of your stomach or they ripped out your vagina. What matters is that you’re a mother. And a baby is a miracle. Your life is forever changed in a way I can’t even explain in words. But I don’t need to explain it. If you’re a Mom reading this, you know what I mean. And if you’re not a mother yet but reading this as expecting Mother, you’ll get it soon enough.
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