...I gave birth to my little-big guy. Giving birth is a crazy thing. It is like the best and worst of a very very difficult run...this descriptions comes of course after I ran and is only equatable if you HAVE the epidural!**A very very difficult run- you are fine in the beginning, you think you can run it in record speed, your are thinking positive, you don't even need the water at the first pit stop! Then suddenly around mile 3 you realize- HOLY SHIT...this is serious! What did I get myself into? Can I turn back? (Unlike child birth you could probably stop in a race but anywho!) Your supporters at the side line realize you are struggling and they chime in- you could do it, come on push yourself (in birth- "just push"), their cheers bring you back to where you were in the beginning and their stregth keeps you going. The pain subsides for about 30 seconds and then you feel the hurt again. That's about when, in childbirth ,the fairy-god-epidural-giver comes in. In running I see it more as the runners high and that you are no longer thinking and just run. Through blood,sweat and tears you make it through both. In the end of both you have the feeling of elation, and a certain high. They both make you want to do it again even though it was so (lets say) tough.
Biggest difference is the end. In the end of giving birth you have this being. It is so surreal especially the first time. I forced myself with Lucas to be in the moment. Be there. See and hear everything that was going on. Look at him with all my might and remember what it was like. It is hard to do this because there is SO much going on. (This is also why I always start ranting to scott about taking pictures when the baby arrives.) It is one of those things that you forget anything that hurt, any worries, and second guesses. To feel those chubby cheeks instead of seeing them on a sono, to touch the softness of their arms against your skin, to here them squeak and stare at you like they are saying thank you for the ride...and thinking in my head now his will begin!
The time flies and now my little peanut is three months old! I hope the next three are just as fun...but go a little bit slower!
***I reserve the right to explain that I did have uncomplicated and what some would call "easy" births...I reserve this right because I KNOW some would not compare it to a run. :)
3 comments:
Hi Lucas!! What a doll baby!! Love the analogy. I remember thinking when I went into labor with Luke "I'm not ever doing this again". For the record, I would do it again.
I counted FIVE wrinkles on one chubby little hand/wrist!!!!! OMG, he looked so adorably cute and chunky. I think he had thinned down a little by the time Auntie Maury and Uncle Wocky got to see him.
I hope to God that my birthing experience is somewhat close to yours. Epidural all the way, baby.
Happy 3-month-aversary, Lucas!!!! Can't wait to see you again soon!!
Happy Birthday Luke Man!!!!
What a fun night we had celebrating.....lol......this kid LOVES his Mama...
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