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Here I am sitting in the dark besides for my little lamp on my desk. Reflecting. I can't believe 36 months has passed since the birth of Ian. Looking back, I would have never imagined how beautiful my life may turn out.
Here it is a birth story, 36 months later.
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Like any couple expecting their first child, we were extremely excited. We kept track of the pregnancy with weekly pictures, reading about the growth of the baby, and dreaming constantly.
Ian decided to take his sweet time, making an appearance into the world. I thought he was never going to come, and I spend day after day crying hysterically because he was so late, I had no contractions, and I was uncomfortably huge.
I went to bed on 9 September, not even thinking about having a baby. I woke up at 1:00am on 10 September, after having a dream that I was in labor. As I laid in the bed, I felt this strange sensation, in my back, and my instinct just told me it was time. I woke Nate, and told him that I thought I was in labor, and he told me ok, and went back to sleep. I was beside myself with excitement, and went to the bathroom every 10 minutes because I felt like I had to pee, and I was hoping to see some sign of real labor.
I went back to bed, overwhelmed thinking that today might just be the day. As my contractions grew steady and constant, Nate finally decided that I wasn't making it up, so we just dream together, killing time, and trying to relax the nervousness of first time parents.
We got around, showered, changed, had some coffee, gather the hospital bags and headed out. This was about 05:30am. We made it to the hospital and checked into Labor & Delivery, were I was hooked up to a monitor. As the midwife was busy with with her examination, my water broke, and it sunk in, today is the day. Today my dream is coming true, today I am going to become a mother.
I spend all my labor in a huge and cozy tub, listening to music, and hanging out with Nate. I am one blessed girl, to have such a sweet husband.
I was in labor for what felt like hours waiting for my sweet boy to make his appearance into the world. Ten months I prepared my heart, mind, and soul to love and cherish this little person, I was so eager to meet him.
I was finally fully dilated and reality started to set in, in hopefully just a few moments, I would get to meet my son, oh the sweetness of those words.
At 12:55pm on 10 September my sweet Ian made his grand appearance when his nine pound little boy slid right out of me, I don't care who you are giving birth and experiencing birth is the most amazing experience in the world. It is the most beautiful living changing event.
He was placed on my chest the minute he was born, and tears streamed down my face as I inhaled his sweet scent, as I examined his little face and held him close to my heart, I never knew that I could completely and whole heartily love someone, the way that I fell in love with Ian. We didn't have a name for him at first, we needed a few minutes, and I am in love with is name, it suites him perfectly, "my gift from God."
I spend the rest of the days in the hospital admiring, every inch of him, memorizing his features, being completely in awe of the beauty right in front of my eyes, the magnificence of God's creation and the honor that He bestowed upon me to be a mother.
I had a rough start in my motherhood role, but things finally panned out, and we have come a long way. The two of us has survived so much, trouble breastfeeding, a deployment, way to many sleepless nights, and a new sibling.
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The last three years have been the best years of my life. I have been tested and tried by this little guy but the growth that has taken place is more then I could have ever bargained for.
I am forever grateful for the beauty that has been added to my life, for the smiles and laughter, the memories that I will guard with all my heart.
What a privilege to be called your mama. Happy birthday my beloved Ian Keith, I love you to the moon and back!
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