It's Mother's Day, an appropriate time to not only give a nod Heavenward to moms who have gone on before us, but to also acknowledge how we got here as moms. And by we, I mean women, men, adoptive moms, aunties, uncles, grandpas, grandmas and a whole host of people whose path brought them to motherhood.
It's in this spirit I share a story I had the pleasure of telling at Milwaukee's fourth annual Listen To Your Mother Show.
Because it's all about the journey; and sometimes, despite all the preparation we think we've done, we find out that getting to the destination we call Motherhood is half the fun...depending on your definition of fun.
It's in this spirit I share a story I had the pleasure of telling at Milwaukee's fourth annual Listen To Your Mother Show.
Because it's all about the journey; and sometimes, despite all the preparation we think we've done, we find out that getting to the destination we call Motherhood is half the fun...depending on your definition of fun.
Expecting A Baby
13 years ago, my husband and I found out we were going to have a baby.
Actually, we were expecting a baby. I was going
to have the baby. I’d be a
first time mom; and my body - this baby’s first home.
When the
doctor gave us the news, I thought to myself:
There’s a tiny human inside of
me.
Can it hear me?
Is it bored?
Do I tiptoe while it’s napping or sit perfectly still?
How do I even know when it’s napping?
CLEARLY, I was clueless.
So this clueless mother-to-be began reading the Rosetta Stone of
pregnancy otherwise known as What to Expect When You’re Expecting.
I was like a college student cramming for finals. I read that book first
thing in the morning, during my lunch break, before dinner, after dinner,
memorized passages and highlighted paragraphs.
And soon, I was thee subject matter expert on all things pregnancy.
And like a schoolgirl who makes everything about her latest crush, I could turn
any topic of conversation into a pregnancy factoid:
Sorry
about your headache. You know…headache discomfort reminds me of the tightening
of the abdomen that happens as pregnant women approach their delivery date…
Yeah. That.
But there are things What To
Expect When You’re Expecting doesn’t to tell you to expect.
Like labor. It says you
should expect pain. Like it’ll just be good old generic
pain. It doesn’t tell you this pain feels like the tiny yet-to-be born person is
twisting on your innards.
It also says you
should expect pain will increasingly make it hard to carry on conversations. Like you’ll
be chatting it up with Jimmy Fallon while you’re in labor. The fact is you won’t want to carry on conversations
because the tiny yet-to-be born person is twisting on your innards.
It tells you to pack
a bag for the hospital in advance to make check-in easier. Packing was
easy, but the hospital check-in was another thing not covered in the book.
We arrived at the emergency room, and soon, I was in a backless hospital
gown reclining on a labor and delivery room bed. An admitting nurse came in to
gather information.
Name? Rochelle Fritsch
Address? I gave her our address.
And you are? . . . Tired of this tiny yet-to-be-born-person twisting on my innards?
What was she getting at, anyway? She
went on…
You’re black...right? Uh yeah…last time I checked.
Now on to my husband.
You’re the baby’s father? Yes.
Same address? Yes.
And you are?...Seriously wondering if we’re being punk’d right now.
My husband responded: white.
And the baby will be?
Now, what I really wanted to say was:
Healthy; or,
Loved; or,
Someone who will make the world a better
place.
Instead I said “We’re starting
this and the baby isn’t even here yet?”
I’ll just say both black and
white.
WELL, DUH.
The tiny human twisting on my innards didn’t get here by immaculate conception.
My husband didn’t click his heels together and magically make a baby for me to
birth. We both were…involved in
making the baby, so yes the baby is both!
Soon, I was pushing. As suggested in Chapter 9 “Labor and Delivery” my
husband was my coach. With the final push, there was another thing the book
didn’t cover.
What To Expect When You’re Expecting says nothing about this – the
announcement your husband makes, as if by surprise, when he witnesses the very moment
your child is born.
He’ll say IT’S…IT’S
A…BABY!!!”
Which is all we wanted our admitting nurse to
understand in the first place.
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