It's 4:40 am and I'm met with another sleepless night. These are becoming all too common. Tonight, instead of surfing the internet to find another meaningless Christmas gift, I thought I'd write about a l'il bundle of joy. As I write, my friend Lori is giving birth to her second child. I am sure her loved ones are pacing the waiting room floor in anticipation. Perhaps they have fallen asleep in a cold vinyl chair to the smell of stale coffee with the news replaying the same disheartening stories in the background. I can't imagine a darker place. For those of you who don't know, I'm terrified of hospitals and their germ infected hallways and waiting rooms. That decision alone prompted me to explore other birthing options. I spent a lot of time searching for the right birth path, asking and receiving God's help along the way and I believe I have found the right one for me. The birth center that I go to, in a few hours actually, is warm and inviting and I feel like I belong there. It wasn't hard to convince myself that birthing naturally without medication was right for me. And now, together with the books I've read, the classes we've taken, the vidoes we've seen, and the relaxation therapist I've talked to, I believe I am mentally ready to make that right of passage into motherhood. Rick and I are both anxiously awaiting the day, or night, when we will hold that l'il punkin in our arms for the first time and begin our family. Christmas is about celebrating the joy of the birth of our savior, Jesus. How beautiful it is that we will also be celebrating the birth of our own child this holiday season who will save us from a life otherwise less fulfilled.
Lori, may you have a quick and easy birth followed by a healthy and happy baby girl. Fear not, for God is with you.
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