22 years ago today I gazed into my new born baby girl’s vibrant blue eyes and fell in love. With one look and touch I was gone. I’d been waiting for her to come for 36 hours. But really I’d been waiting for her all my life……
The day before she was born we had family over for dinner. As they arrived I announced that I was in labor. My whole family just looked at me like yeah, whatever dude, let’s eat. While everyone was eating, I was sitting there feeling contractions. They were sporadic. They would come every 10 minutes or so for about an hour. Then another wouldn’t come for 30 minutes. Needless to say I was a little frustrated. I was 10 months pregnant, huge, swollen and exhausted. I was ready for my girl to make her appearance. I wanted something to put in the crib that we had fought to put together over a month before. Meg’s room was all decorated in Winnie the Pooh. I wanted her to have a beautiful but simple room. Plus Pooh Bear and Christopher Robin had always been my favorites when I was growing up.
I was also scared. Here I was 22 years old and only married for 11 months. What the hell did I know about being a mom? I was still getting used to being a wife! And I was also wondering how in the hell I was going to push something the size of a watermelon out of something that was the size of an orange. Albeit, a really, really small orange!
The day progressed into night. The family left. The contractions kept coming. We went to bed, but I just couldn’t sleep. I tried to lay on my left side and just let nature take its course. For some reason laying on your left side during labor helps it progress. Unfortunately it also made it impossible to sleep. And I being the bratty wife I am, had to talk to Roger about it while he was trying to sleep.
Finally I said that’s it the contractions are like 10 minutes apart, we have to go to the hospital. Roger Darling dragged himself out of bed, we packed up and we were off. Only to be told I was dilated to two and I had to walk for an hour in the office corridor. So I walked and Roger slept on a bench. I then went back to triage and had them check me. I was STILL at 2 centimeters. We then had to go back home. It was two in the morning. When we got home, Roger crawled back into bed. I tried to sleep but the contractions were getting stronger. I laid on the couch in the living room and watched the hours tick by on the clock. I think I slept a bit but I was too anxious and in pain to really sleep well.
About six a.m. I told Roger I couldn’t take it anymore. It was time to go back. The contractions were stronger and more consistent. So off we went to the hospital again. In triage they announced I was dilated to five centimeters. There was no turning back. Our girl was going to arrive! Then my water broke, and with it all hell broke loose. I wasn’t one to do things slowly. She came an hour after that, with the doctor barely making it into the room to deliver her. She was all pink, purple, bloody, and beautiful. I knew love as soon as I saw her. I counted her fingers and toes. I kissed her head and called her Megan. She cried. The first of many, many, many cries….
She’s all grown up now. Paying her bills, living on her own, making her own way. She’s a beauty, she’s smart, she’s a charmer and she’s my girl. Sometimes when we’re out and about I quietly observe her and see the young woman I used to be. All I can think is WOW, our love made that. How lucky are we?