On this day twelve years ago I was curled up in bed in the worst pain I’ve ever experienced in my life. I like to call it post-traumatic child birth. I had just gotten home after two very long and painful days in the hospital after giving birth to my first child. I say traumatic because that’s exactly how I’d describe his birth. Matt came into this world weighing 9 pounds and needed every medical intervention short of a c-section to make his debut.
I was lucky in the sense that I only labored for about 9 hours but after that, it all went downhill. There was over two hours of mostly unsuccessful “pushing” then came the 3rd degree episiotomy, forceps and as a last resort, vacuum extraction. It was the birth that scared me away from having anymore children for nearly six years. But it also taught me about sacrifice, my first very important lesson about motherhood.
Raising this not-so-little dude was rough, even more so because I was very young, newly married and 100 miles away from my family.
But I was lucky, I had an amazing husband that worked hard to become the man and father he wanted to be.
And somehow we managed to survive the first few years of parenting with one cute, curly-headed little guy that challenged us in every way possible.
And now he’s getting all grown up on us! Matt is now celebrating his 12th birthday. Even though the fluffy head of curls is gone, he’s still got that charming smile.