I remember coming home at night as a teen. Walking through the door and a parent awaiting my arrival on the couch. There they sat, attached to the clock, searching my eyes for the truth, trying to uncover the mischief in what actually unfolded minutes earlier. Parents I thought tend to worry way to much.
Those were my thoughts prior to this past week. Now that little Mattie Sue was born Monday March 30th, at 2:24 p.m. As the birth unfolded I have developed a newfound understanding for parental worry.
PANIC ATTACK I: The flipping out started three days ago when we rushed to the hospital after the baby stopped moving. Turned out everything was fine, and back home we went. Silly me carried all of our packed bags into the hospital and expected to walk out with a baby in the carrier. Walking back to the parked car carrying all of the bags and no baby was very upsetting, but knowing that both baby and mom were in good health was well worth it.
PANIC ATTACK II: The staff at Highland Hospital would ask the question, “On a scale of 1-10, 10 being a bear chewing off your leg, how do you feel?” So like all pregnancies these start off around a 5. But when Mom said, “I’m going to chew off the bears leg” my knees got wobbly.
PANIC ATTACK III: So watching someone you love writhe in pain isn’t fun. Watching someone stick a 10 inch needle into spine to handle the pain was mind numbing. It is also a miracle. After that it was a rapid fire succession and less then an hour after Mattie Sue was wiggling on Mom’s chest.
PANIC ATTACK IV: When I first saw the hairy head I couldn’t believe my eyes. As little baby Mattie Sue sat on mom’s chest, grandma, big sis, and myself were all in tears and when you hear your childs’ first cry it’s a wave of emotion. Cutting the umbilical cord was amazing. The staff at Highland Hospital is wonderful and their care and professionalism was angelic.
I can’t really feel sorry for my anxiety when mom was enduring the birth. Mom is the real hero. I’ve learned a lot through this process. The greatest lesson that I learned is that moms are not just heroes but super heroes. The strength and courage they have in order to endure the birthing of a child is miraculous. The greatest gift is the gift of life. That same gift is now my greatest responsibility.