Every year I ask myself the same question. Where does time go? Six years ago on this exact day was my due date but it seems like yesterday. In 10 years he'll be legally able to get his driver's license and in 12 years he'll be considered an adult and a soon-to-be high school graduate. I just can't fathom that. I tucked him into bed a few hours ago and felt my emotions run high when I realized it was the last time I'd see him as a five year old. Call me crazy, but I don't handle this aging thing so well.
And every year I always replay the events that took place during the moments leading up to my children's birth.
My due date was the day after Thanksgiving. I was never a Black Friday shopper so my husband and I made it a yearly tradition to stay home and decorate for Christmas on that day. I was feeling fine on my due date, just very huge and bloated. Since this little man's arrival was unknown we decided to go ahead and decorate on Black Friday, just as we did in years past. We ate leftover Thanksgiving dinner and then went to bed feeling a little disappointed that labor hadn't started. Although I know babies rarely come on the due date. I actually had a feeling he would be really late. Nope. At some point in the night I woke up feeling cramps in my lower stomach. It went away quickly and I thought nothing of it so I fell back asleep. Then I woke up to the feeling again ... and again. Okay at that point I realized something must be going on. I got out of bed quietly so I wouldn't wake my husband and as soon as I entered the bathroom the pain struck me again. So I snuck downstairs and started timing each contraction. The next one came after 20 minutes and then the rest came every 4 - 5 minutes. I called the doctor's office and stated that my contractions were 5 minutes apart but my water had not broke. The doctor ordered me to go to the hospital to get checked out. Eeek! I woke up my husband and we made it to the hospital by 4:30 am.
Because of an emergency c-section the doctor wasn't able to see me until 6 am. He checked me and told the nurse to admit me because I was in labor. That was the moment it all became real to me. I was about to have a baby. I WAS ABOUT TO HAVE A BABY? Wait, what? Was I ready for this? I'm going to be a mother?
Sure enough after several hours of labor and three hours of pushing - YES 3 HOURS OF PUSHING - the baby wasn't making his way down so the doctor said a c-section was needed. I was prepared for that. Both my sisters had c-sections and apparently I had the same issue as them. So after all that pain and agony I was wheeled into the delivery room and moments later a precious little 7 lb 14 oz baby was born.
And now I have a six year old who is everything from sweet, kindhearted, sensitive, stubborn and ornery. I don't know what I'd do without him in my life.
Now I hear the little one crying. She's been crying on and off and I'm pretty sure this is going to be along night. Ugh. Please pray for her sickness.





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