HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY JON
It is October 3rd, and I am sitting at dinner in a crowded, loud Mexican restaurant, I am feeling slightly light-headed, from the noise and the sinus infection that afflicted me a couple of days ago. I am not particularly hungry, partly because I don't feel well and partly because my stomach is so big I can barely breath these days. I am pregnant and due on Monday, October 5th, 1992. I am quiet and my husbands children seem to be talking a mile a minute. We are there to celebrate my step-daughters birthday. As I get up for the 3rd time to go to the bathroom, she yells, "God I hope your not planning to deliver on my Birthday". Honestly, I didn't have the energy to reply.
As luck would have it, I go home, go to bed and once again get up to use the bathroom. When I look in the bowl, I see what I believe to be my mucus plug, just floating about....
At that moment my friend Kate comes home (she's staying with us while looking for an apartment), I walk into her room and I sit on a chair and say "I feel funny". Being a good and caring friend, she makes a big fuss in making me comfortable, well as comfortable as a beached whale can get. After a few minutes I think I am OK so I get up and the flood gates open. Really the amount of water that comes out is just shocking.
At the hospital, because of my sinus infection it does not go too well. I can't breath and so my breathing and pushing is not up to par. The doctor comes and goes and comes and goes. The nurses change shifts and I am still there waiting. I spend all of Sunday along with my friend Patti, who is also my coach, in the hospital. At some point in a state of despair I tell Patti that she must go "down there" and check if she see's this baby. Poor Patti! Forty-eight long, long hours later on Monday, October 5th, at 4:08 pm, after pushing for 5 hours, I deliver Jonathan by C-Section into our world.
Alone in my room with Jonathan in my arms, I wonder how I ever lived without him. My heart is so filled with love for this tiny baby and I pray to God that I will be just the right mom for him. Feeling a love so powerful that it still gives me a lump in my throat. When the nurse comes in to check on me I am crying and she says to me, "what's wrong" and I say, "you don't understand, everything is finally just right".
Happy 15th Birthday my Jon.......
It is October 3rd, and I am sitting at dinner in a crowded, loud Mexican restaurant, I am feeling slightly light-headed, from the noise and the sinus infection that afflicted me a couple of days ago. I am not particularly hungry, partly because I don't feel well and partly because my stomach is so big I can barely breath these days. I am pregnant and due on Monday, October 5th, 1992. I am quiet and my husbands children seem to be talking a mile a minute. We are there to celebrate my step-daughters birthday. As I get up for the 3rd time to go to the bathroom, she yells, "God I hope your not planning to deliver on my Birthday". Honestly, I didn't have the energy to reply.
As luck would have it, I go home, go to bed and once again get up to use the bathroom. When I look in the bowl, I see what I believe to be my mucus plug, just floating about....
At that moment my friend Kate comes home (she's staying with us while looking for an apartment), I walk into her room and I sit on a chair and say "I feel funny". Being a good and caring friend, she makes a big fuss in making me comfortable, well as comfortable as a beached whale can get. After a few minutes I think I am OK so I get up and the flood gates open. Really the amount of water that comes out is just shocking.
At the hospital, because of my sinus infection it does not go too well. I can't breath and so my breathing and pushing is not up to par. The doctor comes and goes and comes and goes. The nurses change shifts and I am still there waiting. I spend all of Sunday along with my friend Patti, who is also my coach, in the hospital. At some point in a state of despair I tell Patti that she must go "down there" and check if she see's this baby. Poor Patti! Forty-eight long, long hours later on Monday, October 5th, at 4:08 pm, after pushing for 5 hours, I deliver Jonathan by C-Section into our world.
Alone in my room with Jonathan in my arms, I wonder how I ever lived without him. My heart is so filled with love for this tiny baby and I pray to God that I will be just the right mom for him. Feeling a love so powerful that it still gives me a lump in my throat. When the nurse comes in to check on me I am crying and she says to me, "what's wrong" and I say, "you don't understand, everything is finally just right".
Happy 15th Birthday my Jon.......
10 comments:
Wonderful story. Mothers not only remember well the births of their children, but they love re-telling the details. I remember my mother re-telling the story of our own births' every time we had a birthday.
Happy Birthday to Jon. He certainly is lucky to have a mother like you.
Okay, it's probably a senior moment on my part, but I can't believe we've never compared the coincidences of Jon's birth and Kayla's. Right down to the Mexican restaurant (I've always highly recommended eating at one to women if they were past their due date)! It's really quite scary!
Anyway, I saw Jon last night, and he's just as handsome and sweet as ever, and he makes me smile. You were blessed with a wonderful son and I know how much you love and adore him.
...BTW, where was that picture taken? He looks like he's on a bus!
LOL Dave - you're right, those tough labor memories are just hard to get rid of. Thanks for visiting.
Li - The picture was taken on a trolley this summer in Philadelphia. Jon thinks our little adventures are too much but then he has a good time.
Wow, that was beautiful!
Hi --- Thanks for visiting my site --- It gives me the excuse to find another wonderful blogger. It's funny how the nice people seem to gather together around the same flagpole. I really love your commenters --- they are among my favorites. I truly loved the story of Jon's birth. I am an old maternity nurse and felt like crying with every new baby that wailed it's way into this world --- it is the most romantic time in a human's life. I felt exactly the same way with my own three. You'll have to go back to my Mother's Day post and read about what I think of children. Oh, and Happy Belated Birthday, Jon!
Thank you for visiting Kacey, I actually had your blog bookmarked on my favorites as well. I also work as a per diem social worker in a hospital and often I get to visit labor and delivery and truly there is no better sound than that of a new born baby.
Dear Simply Me,
This essay is a beautiful gift to your son. At the end, I found myself wishing that every baby born into this world could be appreciated this way, as the blessing that he or she truly is. And how wonderful it is that you still feel this way about him 15 years later (during his teen years!!!!).
You set a fine example for the rest of us.
Hugs,
Betty
What a wonderful way to wish your son a happy birthday. You overflow with love!
Simply Me,
Came to your blog via Whirling Betty's. That is such a heart-warming story....told the way only a mother can tell. Reminded me of my little one's birth, though thankfully I didn't have to wait 48 hours for her arrival. Your son is handsome. Belated happy birthday to him.
Priya.
http://priyamanaval.blogspot.com
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