http://www.bakinginatornado.com. My prompt today comes from http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com. Her question to me: "What do you remember about the most important day of your life? Ask your significant other what they remember about the same day. Compare and contrast."
I thought about this prompt question from every angle, and there have been too many spectacular moments in my life to pick just one that stood out above the rest. There were also heart- wrenching moments that shaped me in ways I never imagined possible: Holding my twin baby boy in my arms moments before he died; laying my head against my father's chest and hearing his heartbeat slow until it stopped; joking on the phone with my sister, not realizing it was the last time I'd ever hear her voice again.
There have also been joyous moments that have lifted me and sustained me through the years, such as my wedding day---enchanting, exhilarating and beautiful. My husband and I agree though, that the most magical moments in our lives were the ones spent in the labor and delivery room at the local
Labor was long and intense with my first baby. My water broke in the middle of the night and I have vivid memories of grabbing fistfuls of my husband's shirt while swearing like a sailor who just lost a year's salary in a poker match. My husband's memory of that day is quite different. He felt like he was watching a sequel to The Exorcism with his wife starring in the role of Regan MacNeil....complete with spinning head, crazed eyes and a demonic voice.
Fifteen hours later my son was born, but I didn't see his eyes until that evening when he opened them for the first time. Startling, vivid blue. In their azure depths I saw a glimpse of the man he would become---intelligent, kind, inspiring and handsome.
I had no idea how to raise a child the day I brought him home from the hospital. After locking myself in the bathroom for a good cry, I realized that he too, was new at this whole, mother/baby relationship. We would learn together, holding onto one another as we walked through the unchartered territory of new parenthood.
When my second child was born, it was a moment of elation and relief after a difficult pregnancy. The nurse laid my daughter against my chest and it was then that I noticed the double dimples creasing her left cheek. I laughed through my tears and pulled her closer to my heart. She was my miracle baby, my rock through the darkest hours when her twin bother died shortly after birth.
Today my fiercely independent daughter walks down the path of new parenthood hand in hand with her own baby girl, her grasp much stronger and more confident than my own at that age...and I couldn't be prouder of the woman she has become.
We still chuckle at the memory of our third child's birth. I had taken the whole "eating for two" phrase to new heights during that pregnancy. My daughter, although two weeks early, was 9.5 pounds at birth. Thank God we didn't go full term with her or else I would have given birth to a 14 pound Butterball. She was the largest baby in the nursery. The nurses swaddled her so tightly, she looked like a mini sumo wrestler or Jabba The Hutt's offspring.
My little Butterball has now turned into a graceful swan with a great sense of humor, an infectious laugh and a smile that can light up a room. She is the dose of sunshine I need to keep my own smile in place when life isn't always so kind.
Our last baby decided to make an early appearance in the world, which put a serious crimp in my plans that day. I was forced to deliver 60 cookies to my older son's elementary school class with amniotic fluid trickling down my legs. To this day, my youngest boy is still impulsive and impatient, ready to grab onto life with both hands and enjoy the ride. He stresses me to the point of craving tequila by noon each day, but his compassion, brilliance and teenage antics never cease to amaze and inspire me.
I am blessed to be a part of this crazy, funny family that has gifted me with such unforgettable moments. It would be impossible to pick just one as being the best. Our life is a mosaic of laughter and love, and the memories we share will resonate for years to come in the lives of our grandchildren.
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http://dinoheromommy.com/ Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
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www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com Evil Joy Speaks