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A truly magical moment in my life |
Two weeks ago I was in the early stages of labor. I was feeling pretty sure that the baby was coming. I was surprised, because all of my babies have been late, and this one was earlier than I was expecting. (Technically he was 3 days early, but given my history, he seemed at least a week early).
This is what I wrote in my journal on the eve of Will's birth:
"I may not be pregnant for much longer, but while I am, I just want to remember how it feels - this feeling of life within. That I am carrying a child of God. So much potential and hope. I love the feeling of my round belly - this bulge that is waiting to pop. I love to have my children feel my tummy and to see the wonder they feel as they trace his movements. Pregnancy is hard, but I love it. I feel that the coming birth of my child will help me feel closer to God."
Hours after I wrote that, we headed to the hospital, and 12 really hard hours later, he was born. And then 2 days later, I was home again. I found myself not pregnant anymore, with a new baby at home. It was a whirlwind that happened long before I thought it would. And as happy as I was, I found myself missing my moving and shifting tummy. And even now, I can't believe it is all over!
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During early labor, the kids entertained themselves by painting my belly |