One of my co-workers just had her son at 28 weeks gestation. When I heard the news she was in labor, it
really got me thinking. I’ve always believed
pregnancy, labor, and delivery is all such a miracle. How does a cell the size of a pen tip grow
into something as complex as a baby? How
does the female body expand to house a 5-9 pound baby and all that goes along
with it? How does a woman’s body know to
begin contractions? How does it all
work? It is completely mind boggling and
amazing. With everything that can go
wrong, how does it go right so much of the time?
Throughout my pregnancy I was amazed at my body. I couldn’t believe my skin could stretch to
such proportions and not have any marks to show for it. I was amazed that I could still run. Every time we had an ultrasound and I looked
at Carter growing and changing, I couldn’t believe how big he was and how human
he looked.
When I went into labor I was again amazed. My body was in control and I was just along
for the ride. I didn’t do anything other
than walk to get things going. My only
choice was how I would respond to the pain.
As Carter’s birth grew closer my body began to work all on its own to
push him out. I had always thought when
it came time to push I would have to focus and work hard and really
strain. When it came down to it I didn’t
even know it was time yet. My muscles
just started working along with the contractions to push Carter out. It was then my job to hold him in, at least
until the doctor arrived!
Now Carter is 4 months old and I am amazed at how my body
has recovered. Granted I’m still
carrying some extra weight, but my running is getting back to normal. Sometimes when I’m running I forget I had a
baby recently. I have to remind myself
to give my body a break.
Every day when I look at Carter I can’t help but think about
what a miracle he is. How it all began
with 2 cells coming together at just the right time. He is perfect, everything about him. I look at him and I still can’t believe he is
here; this perfect, little baby for me to nurture and help grow. To read to.
To love. I am a mom. Ty is a dad.
This is our life. And everything
is just right.
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