A Dream
I woke up around 5 am Saturday morning at the tail end of the most wonderful, beautiful dream I've ever had. I made it to 40 weeks pregnant. And I was in labor and the doctor actually said to me these words, "He's big" and it was music to my ears. And we named him and yes it was another boy, and the whole experience was a wonderful, joyous experience just as it should be. For just a minute after I woke up, I wallowed in this wonderfulness and thanked God because for those moments I was at peace. Even if some day I have a second child and the pregnancy goes just as the first did with the complications of high blood pressure and pre-eclampsia, at least for one second in life I felt what it was to have a pregnancy and labor that was joyous and happy with happy tears. I will always treasure the experience of the first pregnancy of course, and my little tiny baby that made his way into the world and turned out perfect, but I will always wish his entrance was a little less bumpy and scary. A girl can always dream.
3 comments:
That is scary. My daughter only had a 2 vessel cord (supposed to be 3 I guess) and she had so many ultrasounds to see if he was developing ok. He was and did, but there's possibilities of other developmental issues now.. like he's almost 5 and most people still can't understand him.
He's my first grandchild and holds a very very special place in my heart :)
man, what did you eat before you went to bed??
It is either in Psalm 111, 112, 113, or 114...and don't worry - all those Psalms are rather short. It says that God will make the barren (and yes I know you have one child but I also know your desire for another one) to be a happy homemaker. Trust in God.
Monkey Butt's entrance was scary too but it taught him something...how to perservere..yes, even at that age.
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