This month, I'm bringing you a series of personal stories about being
"born a Mother" in order to help generate some buzz for the incredible
work being done through Every Mother Counts. If you'd like to learn about ways you can help make pregnancy and childbirth safer for all women, click here.
Today I'm excited to welcome my final guest blogger for the month, Carly from Lipgloss and Crayons! Carly and I actually went to high school together, and thanks to the world of the interweb we reconnected. Carly works as a teacher, has a fantastic fashion blog and is a new Momma of a little girl, so I'm thrilled and honored that she found time to share her experience.
How do you become a mother when you've been a "kid expert" for
years? I started teaching elementary school when I was 23. I gave
piece after piece of advice in parent conferences, at back to school
night, in IEP meetings for children with learning disabilities, I found
homes for homeless families, I helped uninsured children attain medical
care, I talked to social workers, I helped with homework, I watched
children read for the first time……but I became a mother at 34, sort of.
Our
path to motherhood / parenthood wasn't exactly as smooth as I had
hoped. It took a little longer than expected, and we had a few bumps
along the way. After two years, one miscarriage, and one misshapen
uterus diagnosis (lucky me!)…….our darling daughter was due December 10,
2013. The minute I found out we were having a girl I began to plan.
How would I raise her to be a strong woman? Firm in her own beliefs?
Confident? This was a huge priority to me. I imagined teaching her
about body image. Dating. Education. Career goals.
My
first chance to get a glimpse at her strong personality came a little
earlier than her 13th birthday. At our 32 week appointment, our doctor
informed me that our daughter was breech. Yup, backwards. Apparently,
not only did she get my sense of independence….she also inherited my
horrible sense of direction. I was presented with two options.
Schedule a c section, or try a manual turning procedure.
I
had felt her kicks, seen her sweet face in the ultrasounds, bought her
clothes, decorated her room, but at this moment I realized…..I had
become a MOM. I'm not exactly great with pain. In fact, pretty much
everyone in my life was afraid of how I'd handle labor. I went home
after our appointment, and Googled the procedure. BIG mistake. Videos.
Lots of them. Women screaming in pain. I was NOT happy. But about
five minutes later, I felt confident. I was willing to try. I called
and scheduled the procedure.
A week later, I
checked into the hospital…….and we gave it a shot. It was the MOST
painful experience I've ever had…….and it was totally unsuccessful.
But, I was fine. Our baby was healthy, and she decided to enter the
world in her own fashion……to an audience of doctors via a C Section.
After
years of giving advice, I received tons of it during the final weeks of
my pregnancy. Parents of students and former students told me stories
of their c sections. I felt like I'd been welcomed into a secret club.
The parents I had advised had become my advisors. And I had become one
of them………a mom.
Thanks for sharing, Carly, and welcome to the Mommy club. We're a motley crew, sister, but happy to have you join our ranks.
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