Holy Belly Batman! June 2008
I remember June 23rd, 2008. I woke up that morning, and I was FINALLY having some contractions. The kid was already 10 days late by then. We had tried everything we could think off to bring on the labor (3 days of eggplant parmesan, spicy foods, walking walking walking, just relax!, massage, and on and on and on) and I thought for sure he would be here by the end of the evening. My parents, Kevin and I decided to have a celebratory IHOP mid-morning meal, and the entire time I blissfully ate pancakes and oj in an attempt to fuel my body for the hard work to come.
The day passed slowly. The contractions came, went, came went. Stopped. I kept waiting for them to come back, and waited and waited. When they finally returned, it was 3am of the 24th of June and I knew, just knew he was on his way.
Well, we all know how that turned out--so much for mother's intuition.
as everyone around me kept repeating (incessantly I might add)..."He can't stay in there forever". And I knew this. But darn it. it wasn't following my plan. my carefully constructed "this is how my labor and delivery will happen" plan that I had spent months organizing, packing for, and anticipating. I should have just napped all day,(oh my god, when was the last time we could just nap the day away?!?), maybe enjoyed a bubble bath, or read a novel in one sitting, instead of stressing and driving myself, and everyone around me bonkers. because clearly my plan was drifting wildly off course and there was not a darn thing I could do about it.
Two days later, we finally welcomed our bubbalou into the world. (and my carefully constructed "plans", HA. That is all I will say about that. HA HA HA)
This was the first time my infant son taught me a valuable lession--and after the year we had, it has certainly not been the last.
Right now, our family unit is going through another waiting game. And I try to tell myself that once again, there is not a darn thing we can do about it.
And as hard as it is to see our carefully constructed plans unravel, watching our son playing and running and just enjoying life inspires me to try my very best to take each day as a gift and enjoy every moment.
So thanks Levi Boo! and Happy Labor Day(s) to me!
Leaving the hospital--we had no idea what we were in for!
Almost a toddler!!
