Today is my third child, who is my second son’s birthday! I can not believe it has been seven years already since the day he was born. I remember I was so excited because my husband and I had decided to find out the gender when the baby was born. I was sure that the baby was a girl though, so I made a deal with my husband that if the baby was a girl that I could name her and if it was a boy he could name him.
It was a bogus deal though because, I thought that I was surely having a girl. All the old wives tale told me so; I was carrying the baby high, I was smaller just like with my oldest daughter, I had no morning sickness at all, I could eat everything that I wanted, and most of all I wanted it to be a girl. I had already had a little girl two years prior to getting pregnant with Daniel and I thought this will be great, I’ll have tons of clothes and shoes. I won’t need to buy anything!
Perhaps the most exciting thing about November 20, 2009 though, was my birthing experience. I had been praying and believing God for some specific things in relation to my birth plan one of them was that my water would break, and the other major thing was that I would have a drug-free delivery. One out of two of those things actually happen that day.
I was at home with my kids and I had just had an appointment with my midwife the day before and I had her strip my membranes, to get things started in there. I had a history of going way past my due date, so I didn’t want that to happen a third time. I was at home making lunch because my husband was getting ready to come home for lunch, when I felt liquid come out of me! I immediately thought that I accidently peed on myself, in true shock I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up and changed my clothes. Then I went back to the kitchen and thought nothing of it, then all of a sudden I wet myself again, but even more that time. I started to get a little suspicious that maybe my water had broken, so I hopped on the phone and called my neighbor, who’s water broke when she had her daughter, and told her what I was experiencing and she told me to go to the hospital.
I can’t remember if I called my husband or if he just came home, but the first thing he said was, “But I haven’t ate yet!” I called our friend and my sister and they said they were on their way, and little did I know it would be another seven hours before I actually went into labor and gave birth. You see, even though my water broke I did not start dilating on my own. They had to give me a drug to make me dilate and then after that I asked for the epidural and well then I had the baby! You know the rest, it was a boy and we named him Daniel Joshua.
I look back on that day now and I smile, and I cry a little bit too, because I’m starting to understand more and more just how quickly the days go by. Honestly, being a parent can make for some pretty long days and nights. It can be hard to see just how fleeting time is. We get weighed down by the day to day chores, and routines and we miss the moments. We forget to enjoy the little things in life and folks…those moments are not on repeat. Once you miss them their gone for good. It’s not like I want to scare you and make you think that we will never have another opportunity to make memories with our children, but I do want you to stop and smell the roses.
I’m so glad you guys stopped by and join me for a trip down memory lane. I hope you take the time this week to cherish the time that you have with your loved ones and make some good memories. Even the bad memories won’t seem so bad if you live a bit longer.(wink,wink) Have a good day and leave me a comment and let me know how you cherish the moments.