January 7th, 2005.
My life changed forever.
God gave Stephen and I this remarkable little gift…
6 pounds 2 ounces. A week late. (Yes. She was still that tiny and a week overdue…Guess there was a reason she didn’t come on her due date.)
23 hours of intense, agonizing, no-epidural labor. No, I did not receive a trophy for my endurance, and I vowed never to do it again. (And I never did.) I would like to attribute that insanity to the fact that I had shelled out $250 on Bradley method birthing classes that told me I could do it without drugs.
Actually, if we’re being honest, it was a remarkable amount of stubborn pride that kept me from getting that yummy epidural. (I’m a huge fan of epidurals now, by the way.) I had SAID I wasn’t going to get one, so by golly, I WASN’T going to get one.
Now, I would like to add a disclaimer here that says that several good friends have had numerous babies without the use of epidurals or other drugs…but they have what I like to call Fast Food Drive Thru labors. Short and sweet. I’m more of a Slow Cooker laborer.
Anyway…McKenna Belle’s labor and delivery, complete with all of its intensity and in-your-face-attitude, perfectly mimics McKenna’s personality.
She’s spunky, energetic, passionate, opinionated, stubborn, and brilliant.
In short, she IS her mother. (Except for that whole “brilliant” part.)
I’ll never forget the doctor who delivered her coming to see me the next day. She said, as she held McKenna for that obligatory doctor-holding-the-baby picture,
Wow. I’ve never seen a newborn this alert.
Oh how smug and proud we were. We had no clue.
Look at her. I swear she’s smiling at the doctor. And waving.
I love this kid. She is such a bright light, and I just know she is going to do wonderful and amazing things in her life.
And, she’s funny. Really…this kid is hilarious.
Yes, on January 7th, 2005, life changed. I will never be the same.
And I am so very happy about that.
This was my sad attempt at a Yo Gabba Gabba cake…her request.
No laughing, please. I tried.