One of the very last, quite possibly the hardest, decisions I made after discovering I was pregnant with my son was the choice to get my tubes tied; preventing me from having more children in the future. You see, I decided a very long time ago that I had my heart set on a traditional American family of four; meaning one mom, one dad, one daughter, and a son. I can’t explain it, but somehow I just knew that this was my big wish being granted. The OBGYN also explained to me, that if I chose to carry another child I had a good chance of being put on bedrest, which I knew would not be possible with two young kids already.
November 14th, 2018 was our big day as a family; the day I had been so excited about for months. The day my spouse, mom, daughter, and I were finally going to get to meet our precious baby boy! The delivery was scheduled bright and early at 8a.m. that morning, but being that we got turned around a few times on the way to the hospital we didn’t show up until about a half an hour later. The next two or three hours that followed were pretty standard as far as being prepped for a C-Section goes; the doctors took some time to listen to my baby’s heartbeat over the monitor to make sure it was on point, I was then taken back to the delivery room, given the numbing medication, and the delivery began.
If I had to pick there was one thing that stood out during this delivery. While I can’t say for sure, my best assumption was this took place mere seconds after the incision took place. I remember looking around the room, trying my best to stay as alert as possible in case any instruction was given to me and right about the time I begin to relax a little the doctor tells me that I will begin feeling a large amount of pressure on my chest, but I should try my best to stay calm and breathe through it. I guess lucky for me is I have hours upon hours of practice meditation, so that little task ended up being a bit easier on me than I expected.
Fast forward to present day, my children are now 7 and 2 years of age. My daughter very strongly takes after her father, and my son is more like me in a lot of ways. If there is one thing my two kids have in common, though, it’s their strong, spiritual connection to me. For example, there are a lot of times when they know I am upset about something; usually before I realize it myself.
My big girl has been doing very well in school, despite the fact that she was diagnosed as being mildly autistic at the start of her first year. And, despite the fact that my son has not actually started talking yet, he has his own ways of getting my attention when he is in need whether that be pulling on my shirt, reaching for something, or handing something to me. All-in-all, no matter how much they may stress me out, these kids have been the biggest blessings this mama could ever hope for and then some!
A Mother's World 