The other night in one of the childbirth classes I teach, we were talking about pushing and the moment that your beautiful child comes out into the world and is placed in your arms. I was sort of choked up thinking about how beautiful the moment was when my first child was placed into my arms and how it made every minute of the 28 hour labor worth it. One of the moms asked me if I got a push present after I had each child.
In honor of Labor Day, I thought I would take this opportunity to write about something I have lots of experience with – labor. Im not talking about the labor of keeping up with the laundry that comes with having so many children, or the labor of trying to meet deadlines at work by writing an award-winning story, or the labor I have recently realized it takes to start dating online.
My brother and his wife are expecting their first baby any day now. Every time the phone rings I hold my breath and hope that it’s my brother calling to tell me that his wife, Julie, is in labor and that my new little niece, Skylar, will soon be born. I can hardly wait to hold her and to watch my brother step into the role of being a daddy.
I saw the sweetest thing between a mother and a child once when I was visiting with an old client of mine. It was time for her daughter to go to sleep and the mother (my client) asked her daughter what story she wanted before bed. The little girl promptly replied, I want to hear the story about how I was born.” My client scooped her daughter in her arms and began to tell this amazing tale about how this fabulous little being came to be here.
My sister-in-law just had a baby and she had four hours of labor, pushed for one hour (with seven minutes between contractions so she could rest) while talking to her doctor and holding her husbands hand, and her beautiful baby boy slid out like a tiny miracle. Everything was perfect. Ive had two C-sections.