When the CPA and I decided to try to get pregnant, I jumped in with both feet. (Okay, it’s more like I dipped my toe into the shallow end of the pool, but it got wet, nonetheless.) In any case, we didn’t make this decision lightly. It was made after a lot of hours spent talking, reading, praying, debating, and hoping. But once the decision was made, I realized I wanted to have an idea of what I was getting myself into. Since there’s no way to know something until you try it, I did the next best thing. I called my mother.
I asked her the usual stuff – what does pregnancy feel like? Did she have morning sickness? How bad was the labor – did it really hurt? Did she have complications? While I’m guessing a lot of this stuff isn’t genetic and isn’t passed down like hair color or skin tone, I still wanted to know. It made feel feel better somehow. Like maybe if my mom could do it, I could do it too.
So she told me her story.
She had a relatively easy first pregnancy with no morning sickness. Here she is pregnant with me, looking like she was ready to get me out of there (which I’m sure at that point she was).
She looks fantastic! Of course she was 21, which is a whopping 16 years younger than I’ll be when I’m pregnant. But still… she was looking pretty great for someone about to go into labor!
And the front view is even better. Look at that glow. Look at that shiny hair.
Aaaand then we get to this.
My mom looks gorgeous – cute dress, great skin tone, beautiful smile. The hair, on the other hand, well – it kind-of reminds me of Marge Simpson (sorry Mom). But it’s not my mom’s fault, I mean that was the style of the day. Look at the other wig sitting there on the table and you’ll see what I mean. (That really has nothing to do with her being pregnant, I just wanted to point it out.)
Not too long after this picture was taken, she went into labor. Since they thought she was overdue, they induced her. My dad was there in the labor room keeping her company while my mom was hooked up to an IV drip. The nurses kept coming in to check on her, while the doctor remained out of sight. When I started to crown, they ran to get the doctor, put a mask over my mom’s face, and wheeled her into the delivery room. The next thing she remembered was waking up in the recovery room and having the nurses place me in her arms.
And here’s what she said in her own words:
“I was so thrilled but so worried I’d drop you because I was still was a little sleepy from being totally put to sleep for delivery. It was just the two of us for a little bit and what a special, sweet time it was. You were gorgeous – all pink faced, blond fuzz all over your head, and the cutest little cheeks. You did, however, have red marks or either side of your cheek near your eyes. That is were the doctor had to use the forceps to help deliver you from the birth canal. But they faded in just a day or two. You were perfect!!!”
I’m happy to say that there were no complications or problems. My mother recovered from the episiotomy and was back to normal soon thereafter. And look how beautiful she was – no worse for the wear.
Here is one of my all-time favorite pictures.
I love the way she’s looking down at me. That right there shows me that it was worth it. It was so helpful to hear my mother’s story and it was nice to know what she experienced. I figure that if she could survive the whole experience unscathed, then I can probably do it too.
Now we just have to get pregnant!
What about you – have you talked to your mom about your own birth?