The most experience I have had with a “birth” in my life amounts to the newborn scale and hospital kit I got one Christmas for my Cabbage Patch Kids. But seriously.
I had never seen a real life birth. I had never even watched a birth video in health class. Those are the kind that truly scar you for life. Yesterday, I waddled my preggo self to the hospital where one of my very best friends in the world was going to give birth to her 1st son, Kayden. I was scared out of my mind, not only to witness a birth, but to be rendered completely helpless to seeing my friend in pain, and not being able to do anything about it.
This woman? a CHAMP. no, even better, Wonder Woman. She was induced which typically brings on stronger contractions and oftentimes an even longer labor, but guess who was DONE pushing in 11 hours? Yeah, and I’m her friend. I’m gonna brag about it.
As I stood by her bedside, offering her only measly ice chips and a hand to hold for solace, I realized something I have never even thought of before. The absolute sheer strength it takes to be a woman. Not just in regard to having babies, but on a day-to-day basis. But thinking of the strength it takes to bring a LIFE into this world. In that moment as I was standing next to her while she was bringing that life into the world, my heart was more full than it has ever been in my life…”and her heart grew three sizes that day…”
I was so proud of my friend and how hard she worked to get this baby here, not only for that day, but for the last 9 months. I have seen her through the nitty-gritty, day in and day out. Pregnancy is not glamorous. People always act like it is, and there are those moms who claim all they gained was a bump…excuse me while I call the BS card on that one. It isn’t glowing…it’s sweaty. It’s hard. It’s I hurt. It’s my back and hips feel like they were hit by a semi. It’s the fact that as I type this, my feet are swollen to the point where it feels like I am stuffing my toes into my Barbie’s shoes. IT AIN’T PRETTY YA’LL! We will get more into the annoying questions/phrases people ask preggos at a later date, cause my heart wants to remain joyful today.
When that baby’s little head came out, and I’m cheering for my friend to KEEP PUSHING, tears were dripping down my face. The salt was burning my eyes, and all I could think was, “I am witnessing a miracle. a MIRACLE. A Jesus turning water into wine, one loaf of bread into thousands 2013 miracle.” Oh, and it was. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Also the most difficult and not altogether pleasant…how is it that those two are ever intermingled? I find that the things that are the most beautiful in this life are the things laced with difficulties, the “not so pretty.” When that baby boy was pulled out and started crying, I could not believe something so miraculous existed this side of heaven. And it wasn’t even MY LABOR…
Congratulations to my friend Elishia and welcome to the world Kayden. You are so so so very loved. Now somebody hand me a box of tissues to wipe this next round of tears…