You know how they say that a woman forgets the travails of pregnancy & birth at the sight of her child? Yyeeeeeaaaahhhhhh! Lol.
I had a tough time when I was pregnant with you, Grace. I started throwing up in my second trimester up until the end. I lost weight, I was constantly tired, I felt ugly, I couldn’t eat or sleep well, I had crazy nightmares and I thought I’d run mad. Right this moment, I can’t really remember how all of those things felt. I know that I threw up, I know I was in a lot of pain all the time but I just can’t remember how it felt. So I guess it is true what they say. . . 🙂
The birth wasn’t funny either. I was induced in my 43rd week (spent 3 days in hospital for that), I was in labour for hours and I eventually couldn’t push when I had dilated enough. The nurses threatened, shouted, said I was strangling you but I wasn’t there anymore. I was unconscious.
I remember when, at 3 weeks old, you were admitted in the hospital. I remember the fear, I remember the seizures; on the right side of your whole body, I remember watching helplessly as they poked you with needle after needle, looking for veins in every part of your body, drawing blood into 3 to 4 vials at a time. I didn’t have the heart to go with you when they had to chook that big needle in your spine but you were not alone, you will never be alone, my child. Your dad went with you.
I was not there, but most importantly, God was there. He will always be there. Even when we let you down, when you feel the world has turned it’s back on you, God will ALWAYS be there. Never forget this, my daughter. Never forget.
The first time you fell. . . My goodness was it scary! I felt doubly bad because you fell from my arms while we were on the bed. I was weary & craving sleep so my body gave in and I dozed off after feeding you. Then I heard your screams. Nna ehn, I was terrified. Chai! But God kept you. He shelters the little ones. There’s been a couple more falls after that but I guess it’s part of the growing process.
I’m always listening to your chest to make sure you’re breathing. I can’t stop looking at you. I love your giggles, I always wonder what’s going on in your head, I’m looking forward to when we can gist but I’m also trying to hold on to and cherish these precious moments of your babyhood. Your dad is totally taken by you! He can’t help himself. We stare at you and can’t believe that you came through us.
We are so blessed to have you, Mo.
Time slowly passes, very quickly…
Happy birthday my daughter.
“Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.”