Five Years.

Five years ago today I was in labor. For my first, labor was long. My little guy was askew - posterior - and big. Since it was my first birth, I didn't have any idea it was going to be like this. My Bradley classes had videos of peaceful women, giving birth quietly, quickly, easily. I was not quiet. Or quick. Or easy. So much bigger and more intense than anything I could have ever imagined. I pushed for hours and hours. I was so tired. I was afraid I couldn't go on. I remember when the midwife looked me in the eye and told me I HAD to do this - NOW. This is it. I had to finish this, and to give it everything.

When my sweet little boy finally arrived we welcomed him joyfully - skin to skin. I had no idea how he would change my life, my attitudes, my priorities, my emotions. I had no idea how perfectly he would fit into our life as though he had always been there. I had no idea how hard it would be those first weeks, months, years. I had no idea what an amazing journey motherhood would be.



He is such a boy to behold - a meteor of ideas, energy, and love.

Five years.