9 weeks ago I became a Mother....
Some Women dream of their Wedding day, others, the day they receive their diploma. For me, my day, the day that will stick in my mind forever, the day that defined me was July 8, 2009. Not because I have always dreamed of the day that I would become a Mother but because that day, the people that helped me transition through that journey were the people that have helped shape me.
The delivery room was a metaphorical version of my life. There was my Mom, sisters and husband cheering me on like I was a batter in the World Series. 2 outs, bases loaded, full count this was my moment and bam out of the ball park. I hit the grand slam.... I did something (that although many women do) felt like a complete miracle to me..... I created a life.
My Mother has always been there. Weather it be to put my hair in a ponytail, give advice or just help me realize things that I already knew but just needed time and a little talking to figure out. My older sister has been my voice of reason. She is like me just times ten. She has been my shoulder to cry on, she has taught me the way of the world and paved the road of life making it much easier for me to walk down. My baby sister has been there to help me laugh and to pick up the million little piece of my broken heart no matter what. She is my laughter she is my smile. My husband is truly my better half. He is witty, compassionate and the kindest man I have ever known (except my father of course.....) Which brings me to my next point. My father was there the day my son was born. He was the cold air in the room that we were all breathing. He was the excitement in the hearts of all of us. This day is the condensed and shortened version of my life. As My Mother and sisters danced around the room to the music and Keir held my hand and kissed my forheard. The worried look on my mother's face with her instinct to protect me as she paced through my every contraction. Tera pretending to be our infant as she wrapped herself like a baby and insisted we hold her for a picture.... Sandy checking every monitor and asking the nurse questions trying her hardest to watch out for her sister even in this situation. This was my moment.....
The labor was bad but it wasn't so bad that I would not do it again. With every push the excitement in the room climbed. It was Sandy who informed me that he had a full head of hair... and then suddenly there he was lying on my chest. I do not remember exactly what I said but I knew by the looks of the loved ones around me we had won the game. Here he was this precious little boy crying and the people that mattered most there to welcome this little life. That day in the delivery room my son experienced the best version of me...because all the most important people were there.
Some Women dream of their Wedding day, others, the day they receive their diploma. For me, my day, the day that will stick in my mind forever, the day that defined me was July 8, 2009. Not because I have always dreamed of the day that I would become a Mother but because that day, the people that helped me transition through that journey were the people that have helped shape me.
The delivery room was a metaphorical version of my life. There was my Mom, sisters and husband cheering me on like I was a batter in the World Series. 2 outs, bases loaded, full count this was my moment and bam out of the ball park. I hit the grand slam.... I did something (that although many women do) felt like a complete miracle to me..... I created a life.
My Mother has always been there. Weather it be to put my hair in a ponytail, give advice or just help me realize things that I already knew but just needed time and a little talking to figure out. My older sister has been my voice of reason. She is like me just times ten. She has been my shoulder to cry on, she has taught me the way of the world and paved the road of life making it much easier for me to walk down. My baby sister has been there to help me laugh and to pick up the million little piece of my broken heart no matter what. She is my laughter she is my smile. My husband is truly my better half. He is witty, compassionate and the kindest man I have ever known (except my father of course.....) Which brings me to my next point. My father was there the day my son was born. He was the cold air in the room that we were all breathing. He was the excitement in the hearts of all of us. This day is the condensed and shortened version of my life. As My Mother and sisters danced around the room to the music and Keir held my hand and kissed my forheard. The worried look on my mother's face with her instinct to protect me as she paced through my every contraction. Tera pretending to be our infant as she wrapped herself like a baby and insisted we hold her for a picture.... Sandy checking every monitor and asking the nurse questions trying her hardest to watch out for her sister even in this situation. This was my moment.....
The labor was bad but it wasn't so bad that I would not do it again. With every push the excitement in the room climbed. It was Sandy who informed me that he had a full head of hair... and then suddenly there he was lying on my chest. I do not remember exactly what I said but I knew by the looks of the loved ones around me we had won the game. Here he was this precious little boy crying and the people that mattered most there to welcome this little life. That day in the delivery room my son experienced the best version of me...because all the most important people were there.
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