It was July 23, 2009, the day I found out I was pregnant! I couldn't believe it. My husband and I had decided that we would start trying to have a baby--that was in May! My friends and I were planning to go to Holiday World that day for a "girls day" we had been trying to plan for years. Every other year, one of my friends was pregnant, so we could not go. This was finally the year that all four of us could go and ride all of the rides. I decided to take a pregnancy test before I went on the trip "just to be safe." Well, it's a good thing I did. I was pregnant! My husband and I were so excited. The trip to Holiday World was fun. I was cautious, but it was still fun. I had a blast telling my friends that I was finally expecting. I mean "finally" because my husband and I had been married for almost five years and everyone was bugging us about when we would finally have children. My friends were ecstatic! From that day on things went great for the most part.
I had my sonograms and was able to see the baby's heartbeat and eventually the rest of him. I had very little sickness. I didn't have too much pain, and I was able to work up until the day I had him. I couldn't have asked for an easier pregnancy. Then, the fateful day came. My water broke around 11:30pm while my husband was at work. I called him, he sped home, and off we went to the hospital. I had my son at 4:46am on 03/16/2010. My labor was quick and although my epidural did not fully work until it was time to push, I still cannot complain one bit about how everything went. Not only was labor and delivery much better than I had anticipated, my son was finally here. He was healthy and was beautiful. He looked just like his father--and still does! I looked at my son and could not wait to hold him. As the nurse handed him to me, I was waiting for this moment of awe, this indescribable moment of joy, this moment I had been waiting for for 29 years, but for some reason, it did not happen as planned. I figured it was just because I was worn out. Several mothers had said that it took them a few days before fully realizing what all had happened and really connecting with their babies, so I figured things would be fine. I was married to a wonderful man, had a healthy baby boy, and had all of the support a woman needed...but one thing was wrong, I did not have the joy that I longed for.
I can say that I thank God for my son. He is the most beautiful, loving, and wonderful boy in the world. He makes me smile, laugh, and look in amazement at what God can do. I have never fully believed in God as much as I did the moment I had my son and saw what God had created--my own little boy!
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