I would like to wish all of my friends and family a very special Mother’s Day this year. Each of you offer me guidance, support, and examples in your own ways that help me to become the mother that I am to my two beautiful children. Special recognition needs to be made to my sister, Maggie, who will become a mother for the first time this summer. Happy First Mother’s Day :)! Also, to my many friends who had babies this year, I wish this day to be one of many blessings surrounded by family and friends.
Today I look back on October when I became a mother for the second time. Boy was born four days early due to preeclampsia. He was 10 lbs, born sunny side up (which they say is relatively another pound of push weight and severe back labor), and blue at birth. The cord was around his neck. His Apgar was a 2 the first time it was taken. He did not cry. He was whisked away to the NICU. After three and a half hours of pushing, I didn’t get to hold my boy. He had a large hematoma on top of his head, a smooshed face, and was very low on oxygen. At six minutes his Apgar had jumped to eight. He went under a CPAP, and spent two days getting better from his traumatic birth. I breastfed him in the NICU, but could only sit by his bedside and hold his hand the rest of the time. In fact, I was in bad shape myself and often it was my scared husband doing the sitting for the both of us while I was in the room recovering. He recovered more swiftly than the doctors thought possible, and we went home after three days. Since then, he has been nothing but healthy ::knock on wood::. He has the sunniest disposition in the world, and loves to laugh at life. He gets attention everywhere he goes, and spreads his little bit of sunshine along his merry way. I wouldn’t change a thing about the way things went in the beginning because I know that they worked out in the end. Even though he gave us a GIANT scare. Today reminds me of the blessings that came to me that day, and every day since.
Of course this post would be incomplete without recognizing my Girl. She is a firecracker who has grown into quite the little lady. She has her manners, but lets loose more than most. She makes everyday better with her innocent questioning of the world around her. Her perspective and wonder on the world make me smile every single day.
These two little people are my reason for being alive. I know that’s why I was put on this earth. I may not be June Cleaver. I may not have the perfect situation to show them all of the time, but I do have love. I do show them every day that they are important. I bathe them in support, and I pray for their happiness. If that’s the best I can consistently do, I am ok with that.
PS – Addition instead of Edition was on purpose. Aren’t I clever?!
