Thursday, January 13, 2011


For 9 months I grew a baby. For 9 months I dreamed of her face. For 9 months I prepared for birth. For 9 months I hoped for a safe, speedy, med-free delivery. And then, in the wee hours of a Monday morning in late June, my water broke. A mere 5 hours later my baby was birthed into this world, healthy and perfect and beautiful. Everything went as well as I hoped. Better even, than I had let myself dream.

But then, we got to our post-partum recovery room and um, wait? I have a baby? I am responsible for this baby? I have no idea what to do.

My hormones were raging. I was exhausted from labor. I was so incredibly in love with my baby and so incredibly overwhelmed by what to do next. How often should I feed her? Is it supposed to hurt when she nurses? Everyone says it shouldn't, but um, she's sucking on my boob a lot. We need some sleep. I can't sleep. Baby is screaming while Daddy tries to swaddle her. It's our bedtime, but she's not interested in that right now.

I remember sitting in the hospital bed through the night, unable to sleep, holding this perfect little miracle in my arms. I would watch and watch and watch out the window to see the sun rise. When the sun would start to peek out, then I would know it was going to be ok.
I knew what else would make it ok. My mom. Baby came two days early. My mom wouldn't be there until Tuesday night. I remember thinking throughout Monday and Tuesday, it'll be ok when she gets here. Hold it together until she gets here.

Never in my life have I felt such relief to see my mom, dad and brother walk through the hospital room door. Tears poured down my face. A weight was lifted off my heart. Help had arrived. My mom would teach me, show me, comfort me. She would reassure me that I could do this. She would hold my crying baby. She would help me not to worry.

And she did. For two full weeks she reassured, she comforted, she cleaned, she made meals, she took the baby between night feedings so I could sleep. She made me feel like a good mom. She made me feel like I could do it.

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Elizabeth said...

I can just imagine what an incredible feeling that was. And your writing is amazing here :)

accidentally, kle said...

Your posts keep bringing me to tears (or is that the hormones?!). Really beautiful post xx

Kate (This Place is Now a Home) said...

Love this post! Beautifully written. Brings back emotional memories for me too :)

basebell6 said...

your mom is adorable!! mom's are the greatest!!!! sometimes i feel like i bother mine a bit too much (it is only 9:45 am and i've already called her twice at work) but if she wasnt so great i wouldnt do that, so she should be happy. :)

Anonymous said...

Stopping by from Mama Kat's.
Wonderful post. I love the fact that you asked, "Is my boob supposed to hurt this much?" Because no one EVER tells you that it does.
Lovely story telling. Thanks for sharing it!

Bruna said...

Your post so made me cry as I read and re-lived everything you felt cuz I felt it too! Amazing how MOMS can bring along that kind of reassurance and comfort. Thank goodness for our Moms!

Stopping by via Mama Kat's!

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