I became a mom unexpectedly.
I’ve told that story before, but I’m not sure I’ve told you much about the night #1 was born.
When he was much smaller than this, before digital cameras (which is why I don’t have any baby pictures to show you on this dang computer).
Me: 22, teaching middle school English and history with Teach for America, in the hood Oakland, CA to 85 of the most awesome kids I’ve ever known.
Boyfriend-turned-husband (BFTH): 24, working at some law firm and living at home. With his parents. And his siblings. All awesome like.
Discovery: the standard pee-on-a-stick-and-FREAK way one would expect when one’s BFTH is living at home while you are in a really cruddy and ridiculously small one bedroom apartment in the East Bay. If you are familiar with the East Bay, Oakland teaching salaries ten or so years ago, and housing options in the San Francisco Bay Area in general, you know why that freak was in all caps.
Announcement: Told my parents, who lived cross country, via landline telephone in the teacher’s lounge of my middle school. While bawling. My. Face off. He told his parents alone too; still not entirely sure how that went.
Quitting Jobs/Moving/Getting New Jobs/ Becoming a SAHM: yep, all of that happened and we packed up the little things that we had, my Dodge Neon, his VW Jetta, and hustled out to the East Coast for the promise of better housing rates, lower gas prices, and a good ole fashioned government job.
Birthday: here’s where things got interesting. Because, I literally nearly died in labor. Literally. I had preeclampsia (as evidenced by the fact that I actually gained 15lbs in 4 days) but, because I was a 23 year old life novice, I had no idea and thought that my extra weight was due to a milkshake bender the night before. The doc sent me to the hospital, they induced, I freaked at the pain and got an epidural (judge if you want, but it saves my life a little), watched Friends, ate the heck outta some Italian Ice, barfed all of that up, vowed to never do that again ever, and after 13 hours of labor was told it was time to push. Pushed like a boss until they eventually discovered that, despite my best efforts, the baby was actually stuck inside. Like wedged. For good. So, instead of handing me a mirror to watch my child turn me inside out emerge into the world, the nurse mounted me her butt to my face, the doctor stuck her hand into my junk up to her elbow, and my child was unceremoniously ripped out by his tiny baby arms. To save his life of course.
Near Death: And here, friends, is where it got real. I felt an intense pain rip through the upper part of my body up towards my chest. My head turned backwards and I screamed like that evil girl in the Exorcist. People started freaking the freak out. And then, nothing. Although, I could hear them calling the ER, and saying my blood pressure and heart rate were dropping quickly. I heard them eject my husband, attempt to eject my mother (she wasn’t having it), and call my name repeatedly. I didn’t answer because I was too busy wondering if the men doing the EKG could see my boobs (yep, there is modesty during out of body experiences). I awoke briefly to the doctor sitting on the floor in my delivery room, cradling her head in her hands. I remember thinking, well that’s no good, before deciding to just not be awake anymore.
Aftermath: I slept for 8 hours straight thanks to the drugs they’d injected into my hemorrhaging body to save my life. I had over 50 internal stitches and over 40 to my girly bits on the outside. I had to lay flat for 36 hours, had a gauze pack the size of Texas shoved inside of my hooha, and was forced to nurse my newborn baby (who I’d still only briefly laid eyes on at this point) on my back for the next 3 days. But dang it if I didn’t love that kid.
My oldest Dude will be turning 11 in one month. And, minus those first 36 hours we had together, it’s been the most pleasing, joyful, and fulfilling 11 years of my life. I totally forgive him for trying to kill me.
Our story maybe doesn’t have a happy Baby Story-esque beginning or middle, but nobody better not mess with our happy ending.
Wow, I’m in a WORDUL mood this week!
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- Mi Todo: If I was going to have a bucket list, diving in Oahu would SO be on it! Lucky
- The Boy Named After a Car: Ready to swoon? Because this cutie with big eyes is totally going to make you!
- Pride in Photos: I LOVE the black and white process on these photos. And, the cutie in them is pretty cool too!
- Kleinworth & Co.: Love the idea of taking quarterly kid photo shoots. I need to get on that over here; they change so quickly!
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This week’s post brought to you by epidurals, birth stories, out of body experiences, and Hallmark’s Life’s a Special Occasion campaign, to which I am a paid contributor.