2 years ago today...

I woke up having the worst contractions. Tomorrow was my due date. I knew today was the day, or so I thought. It was a Monday and I already had a Dr. appt. scheduled. I took a shower, and I remember needing Bill to put lotion on my legs because I couldn't reach them. This morning seemed to drag on forever, I could feel the tightness in my belly like a starting gun in a race. I was worried that baby was going to fall out. Seriously, I was. After all of the horrifying stories of girls giving birth in a toilet, or in the car on the way to the hospital; I so cautiously took a shower. When we got to the Dr., I was sure that he would check me and have me rushed by an ambulance to the nearest hospital. Well, it didn't happen quite like that. Since he had already scheduled me to be induced the next day ( which I so so so did not want) , my due date; he told me to just go home and time my contractions. I was only dilated to one centimeter. Same as last week. When they were 4 minutes apart, call him and head over to the hospital. So, Bill dropped me off at my mom's and my sister and I timed contractions all day. As much pain as I was in, looking back on this day brings so much happiness to me. Maybe the comfort of being back at my mom's, maybe being with my sister for such an important time, I don't know. But it does. We timed them all day, some hours worse than others. Then Jess came over. I remember this because she and Ali just found it so ridiculous that I was singing during contractions. I don't know why I was, I don't usually burst out in tune. But it took my mind off my pain. I was very lucky to have them both there. ( Jess is my sister's best friend, since birth, and also like my own little sister) We went back to my house around 4 , and later my mom came. Same story, singing, contractions, etc. I did forget to add that these two silly girls were making fun of me so bad at one point for singing that I finally realized how ridiculous I must have looked that I started laughing so hard and peed my pants. Around 6 P.m. they called Bill to come home from work. It was time!

We headed over to the hospital and they checked me again, let me tell you, (sorry to sound so graphic) it's not pretty. I had about 4 or 5 different hands inside me in one night. Not fun. They were going to send me back home since I hadn't changed much but since I had to be back at 5 A.M, they admitted me. That night was so rough, but Bill was there every minute of it. I am not going to go into every detail, just the ones that stick out in my mind.

I didn't go in there thinking I was going to get the epidural, I wanted to do it all natural. Yeah, right! I finally decided to get it, and I was so scared. I think I was actually more worried about this needle in my back than the actual child birth! I will never forget the nurse that was in there at the time. The anesthesiologist was rude and was telling me NOT to move! But, how can I sit still when I am having these contractions? I just imagined him putting it in and getting a huge one starting at the same time, the needle going in wrong and just being paralyzed for life. Well, I was OK. But that nurse was so kind, and I remember her looking into my eyes to calm me down. I don't know why I remember that part so clearly. After that had kicked in, I was in tears I was so happy. I felt so much better. The rest of the night progressed quickly, and the next morning my whole family was there.

At about 3 p.m., I had woken up from a nap and told the nurse that I felt A LOT of pressure, like I had to go to the bathroom. She just said that it was normal and would check me again in a minute. I told her No, I think you need to check me NOW! She did, and sure enough I, was completely dilated and ready to go. I pushed for about an hour. It's crazy to think about now, I don't even remember the pain. I just remember thinking " I can't do this anymore." But there was no going back. I remember his head almost out because I could see on Bill's face when he saw him come, then go, then he was out. And soon I was looking at what we had been waiting for, for 9 months. He was here. All we had talked about him looking like, how big he would be, would he look like me or Bill? Well, there was no more wondering. We were looking at him. I'll never forget the look on his face when I saw him for the first time. His little puffy eyes, and pursed mouth. I can't even find words to describe the feeling. Love a t first sight. It was so emotional, and I had really proved myself to, well, myself. I did it. I took what had been dealt, and I did it. I I felt like such a woman. I now shared something in common with all the women I had looked up to all of my life. I had a child. I was a mama. I really love how that sounds. Even in mid-conversation now, I will hear myself refer to "my son" and just smile.

After Zach was born, it seemed like like there were 40 people in my room. Maybe there was, I don't know. All I know is that I had what I dreamed about having my entire life. Those next few hours and days in the hospital bring back such great memories. The juice and crackers. The peacefulness of the nights. All of it. I would love to go back and re-live those 4 days again, not in hopes to do it differently, but to savor each moment of it.
When we left for home, I think we both felt complete. We had done this together, and it felt right. We had just experienced something neither of us had ever experienced with anyone else, and we were a family. Just the three of us, our own family.

Looking back brings feelings of accomplishment, change, excitement, and most of all love. We have built such peaceful memories in these last two years. Memories of the three of us. Bill and I still ask each other how we made such an amazing boy. To us, he is our world. Watching him grow is unbelievable. Things that most wouldn't think twice about, is what we find ourselves laughing about during a 'romantic' dinner. And, as much as we teach him, I think he will teach us far more than ABC's, and 123's.
This journey I call mama hood is the hardest Job I never even knew I would get, but let me tell you; it is by far the most rewarding job I could ever be hired for. I was talking to a friend yesterday and she was saying how she was really wanting kids, but after the birthday party she said she could "chill on kids for a while." She said she saw that it is a constant job, and she doesn't think she is ready for that yet. Are we ever ready? I don' t think anything can prepare a new mother for what is ahead of her. But you do it. You just do it. No matter the circumstances. And you do it well. You get the hang of it. I tried explaining it to her yesterday, but I couldn't . You can't "explain" how your ears wake you up in the middle of a great sleep because the baby is awake, or how you learn the quickest way to blow dry your hair with a 2 year old hanging on your leg, or how you go until 4 pm without eating, simply because you forgot. Or how all of this is ok, how it doesn't bother you. It is life, your life. Most importantly, how nothing else matters half as much as your family. Peoples opinions of you go out the window. Your babies look to you like you are the only person that exists, and in that very moment, you know that they are the mere reason that your existence is so very important. I know that now, Bill and Zach are my light at every end, of every tunnel. Some days I see more tunnels that expected, but that's OK. I come out stronger, more accomplished, and with a little bit more patience.

Zachy, "You are my baby, and I am your Mama. "
I love you very, very much.


P.s. Please excuse the fact that just about every post is about being a mom, that seems to be the only thing that moves me to write lately.