There Goes My Baby

6 years ago I was in the hospital with the most excruciating pain I’ve ever felt.  Labor pains suck.  Big time.  I say this as I was giving birth to my THIRD child because I didn’t feel labor pains with my first two kids.  My children (all three of them) never wanted to be born.  They refused to come out.  Maybe they had the right idea… it was warm and cozy and dark in there… kind of nice, actually.  After my 1st was 10 days late, I made the decision to induce.  I couldn’t stand being pregnant one second longer.  So I went into the hospital voluntarily and got hooked up to an IV of pitocin and had my fabulous epidural!  I felt nothing… and it was wonderful.

With my second child, I just went ahead and scheduled an induction.  I figured there was no way I was going to go over my due date again, so again I voluntarily went into the hospital, did the pitocin thing… along with my save-my-sanity epidural.  Again, I felt nothing.

Jump to November 2, 2004 and I trucked myself into the hospital at 6am to get the proverbial pitocin and epidural.  But….. this time the pitocin worked a little too well and before I knew it (and before that epidural could get stuck into my back) I was feeling me some horrific labor pains.

So to all those women who go natural… I salute you!  You have more courage (and pain tolerance) than I do.

And what did I get at the end of my pain??????

I got HER!  She drives me crazy every minute of the day.  She is stubborn.  She is difficult.  She yells at me.  She doesn’t listen.  She hits her sisters.  She steals candy.  She terrorizes the dog.  She whines.  She complains.  She cries.  She is mischievous.  She is sneaky.  She hides from me.  She lies.

But…. She is sweet as sugar.  She is stunningly beautiful.  She is crazy smart.  She is wickedly clever.  She smiles big.  She hugs tight.  She loves hard.  She laughs loud.  She sings at the top of her lungs. 

I love her… she’s mine.  And she’s 6.