This is a short, simply, humorous story of one time in my life when I discovered life's true beauty and meaning. You will get a kick out of it. Don't copy it, it will be going into my later book entitled 'Laboring Moments' If you have a funny story about labor and child birth be sure to share it with me!
While being prepped for a C-section my anxiety go the best of me. I fear any new medication as I am afraid I will have a reaction. I warned the Doctors not to give me heavy narcotics especially. They agreed that they would do the best they could according to my needs.
I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy at 5 lbs. Of course we all shared tears of joy in the delivery room. I'll tell you there is nothing like the extreme happiness of just giving birth (so to speak) to a healthy child.
In recovery all I wanted to do was see my baby. I had to wait though. The nurse stood loyally by my side partially because she knew I had anxiety and was being supportive. It was just 2 days before Christmas and I repeatedly thanked the fine staff that was caring for me, for spending the holiday's caring for patients. I just loved my faithful nurse to my side, and I told her so. She was like a mother/angel to me. The orderlies were quite special too, and I told them to give their families all hugs and kisses for me.
I was soooo happy. My mom came in the room and I just started balling like a baby. She assumed something was wrong. But I explained very clearly to her that:
"I had wasted my whole life being miserable. Life in itself was a beautiful thing and we all take it for granted. The sun shines upon the flowers, the trees, the earth, and us and we ignore it. God provides us with so many opportunities to learn and we don't even pay attention. There is beauty in even the little things in life.
I has wasted the first half of my life being miserable and now it was time to embrass life with a big, warm hug...And I was extactic to have just mothered my fourth child"
I looked to my gentle, caring nurse with loving eyes and said,
"Boy these hormones after having a baby are something else, aren't they. I am so happy." and she replied,
"It's not the hormones dear, It is the morphine I have been slipping in your IV the last half hour when you weren't paying attention."
A charming story with a nice twist at the end. Reminds me of our second. When the first one was born I'd been chased away to go and pace the corridor like Dads did but 4 years later the philosophy of the maternity ward had changed (and they were short staffed) I was put into scrubs (I think) herded into the delivery room, handed a mouthpiece thing ans told "kkep giving her gas and air and telling her to pant. It must be good stuff that gas and air - I never realised my sweet little wife knew words like that! If you've any plans to put me througjh this again you can lose them she said as she held a baby girl. And she kept her word, as soon as Gabrielle was one Teri shipped me off to a surgery for a "small procedure." Now she wants grandchildren and keeps dropping hints but Gabby has heard this story too many times and is not interested.
Ian
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