The day I met my son

Tomorrow marks a year since my son was born, so I decided to write a little about that day for my first blog.

 It was March 3, 2014, just after 12am. I was used to waking up in the middle of the night, but this time it was different. This time I was having contractions and I knew they were the real deal, not just "Braxton Hicks" like  I'd been having for quite a while. I know I groaned pretty loud because I woke up my husband. I told him what was going on and asked if he would start timing the contractions. They were between five and ten minutes apart from the beginning. Around 2am my mom came. I was so thankful to have her there to support and encourage me. I was feeling pretty overwhelmed and miserable already, but when I got in the pool I took a sigh of relief. Around 5am one of my midwives arrived. Since the pool was in the kitchen I had to smell the fried eggs others were eating for breakfast. I was not a fan. Things were going pretty slowly...my other midwife came around 10am. I had a "relaxation" playlist but most of the time it bothered me, unless it was extremely quiet. Throughout the day all I ate and drank was part of a banana, part of a smoothie, some sips of emergen-c, and lots of sips of water. Water was pretty much the only thing that appealed to me. I slept on and off between contractions, but being woken up by extreme pain makes you want to stay awake. My husband was right beside me the whole day, even when he was asleep in a chair and I was holding onto his knees for support. ;) He and my mom and my midwives did such an amazing job encouraging me and telling me I could do it when I didn't believe I could. The day dragged on and on; I didn't pay attention to the clock. I was starting to wonder if our baby would be born before midnight. When I knew our baby was about to be born but I thought I didn't have anything left, my husband said "You're doing a great job". I know he's not a childbirth expert, but that simple phrase coming from the person I am closest to in the world meant so much to me and helped me more than anything else that day. Finally at 11:30pm, almost 24 hours from when my labor began, our baby entered this world. I was so relieved, amazed and thrilled...but those words do not even begin to describe that moment. It was indescribable! All of a sudden I realized no one had said if it was a boy or girl. My midwives and mom were laughing and I wondered if that meant it was another girl since my family is all girls, or a boy because that would be such a surprise. But then my husband spoke our son's name for the first time. I said "It's a boy?!" As if I wasn't already ecstatic enough, my joy went through the roof to know that we had a son as our firstborn. 

Although the first 3/4 of this post may seem depressing, seeing my son in person was worth everything I went through. I give God the glory for getting me through the hardest and happiest day of my life. I can't imagine not having my son in my life. He brings me and my husband so much joy. We thank God for his precious life and pray that we will be the parents He wants us to be.