Wednesday, August 9, 2017

6 weeks

The last six weeks have actually brought about some internal conflict that I was not expecting.
Let me start with parenting is hard work.  I think everyone realizes that but nobody understands it until it's here.  Little to no sleep, recovering from having a baby, trying to figure out baby's cues and noises without going to the emergency room every time they hold their breath because they are still learning to breathe.  It is one of the most anxiety provoking experiences I have ever experienced. 
That being said I have felt like I am not allowed to feel these emotions because I am supposed to be happy ALL THE TIME because I now have what so many are still seeking...What I had been seeking with all my heart.  This is not humanly possible. 
For the first few weeks I was feeling a sense of guilt every time I was not enjoying a particularly trying moment with my newborn.  I was beating myself up because I had a baby and I didn't appreciate her.  One day I realized what was truly WRONG was that way of thinking! I do appreciate her.  In fact I actually love her...a lot and I am grateful she is here in my life!  BUT I am also human.  I had this unwritten rule that I would never complain.  I was not giving myself permission to be human. 
My point is this.  Even if you struggle to bring a child into the world you are allowed to find parenting challenging.  You are still human.  Give yourself permission to struggle and to not enjoy being a parent at times.  Give yourself permission to be imperfect.  Give yourself permission to be human.  Give yourself permission to do all you can in those moments and then stand back and say...that was hard and I did that. Give yourself permission and be more gentle with yourself. 
This is our little Wynn.


June 26, 2017

June 26th, 2017.  It was a normal day.  I got up and went to work.  In the middle of the day I looked down at my belly and said "You are coming aren't you?"  I had a feeling but didn't think much of it as we technically had 2 weeks until our scheduled c section.  I even remember telling my boss about the pile of things on my desk I wanted to get in order before the baby came so that the people doing my job while I was gone would have an easier time.  Oops. 
Later that night my husband and I snuggled down to watch the Bachelorette.  I decided to take a shower after the bachelorette because it relaxes me and helps me sleep better.  After that our upstairs neighbors invited us outside for a bit before we retired to bed.  I needed to use the bathroom one more time to ensure optimal time outside before I would have to pee again.  Upon standing after using the toilet I noticed I was getting wet all over my lower body.  I quickly ruled out the shower being on and peeing on myself as there couldn't have been that much pee left inside me, and I realized my water had just broken! It was 9pm. The emotions that followed were a mixture.  I am pretty sure I was laughing, swearing and walking around without a clue what to do next.  I decided I probably needed to tell Landry so I walked outside and said " Umm...are you ready to have a baby?  Because my water just broke." 
Landry was surprised, as was I, and we eventually got our heads on straight, grabbed our belongings and headed to the hospital.  Luckily my hospital bag was already packed.  (side note...you don't need as much as you think you do at the hospital.) 
We made the 15 minute drive to the Hospital, calling our families on the way to inform them that this baby was coming!  We got to the hospital, they got me settled in the triage room and when they tested to see if it was in fact my water that had broken it was a definite YES!  A million questions, a few doctors visiting and a quick hack job shave later we were ready for our c section and to meet our little girl. 
They didn't make me walk into the operating room because they didn't want my water trailing all through the hospital so they wheeled me in.  It took about 15 minutes to get my spinal and situated on the table for my husband to come in.  May I say that the morphine they put in the spinal was not my favorite but it was the reason my nerves were calm.  Anyways...they put up a clear drapery as we wanted to watch the c section and actually see our little peanut be born.  I was out of it but tried to watch as much as possible.  It was surreal.  Everything went as planned and at 11:15 our little lady entered the world.  It was incredible.  While I felt out of sorts I still remember the feeling of her entering the room.  Her spirit was strong and so peaceful. 
It took them a while to be able to get her to me.  She needed some assistance breathing as she had a lot of fluid in her lungs.  Eventually they brought her to me and laid her on my chest, skin to skin.  I couldn't really see her face but feeling her near me and realizing that she was ours was incredible. 
All in all the whole experience was a whirlwind.  It was our whirlwind and I wouldn't have changed it for anything. 
We were up for over 24 hours and the next day was a struggle to try and help her eat as well as stay awake and do all that goes with having a new baby.  It was exhausting and so beautiful.  A beautiful chaos.
We thank everyone who has supported us in this process.  It has been a long journey.  I realize for some it's a longer journey.  I still think about you all daily.  It is a journey that molds you.  One that I will never forget.  I still pray for those who are doing all they can to bring miracles into the world.  You will never be alone.
Anxiously waiting!


The day before she surprised us and came.


Wrapped around her finger already.