She is my first child. Finally, I’m a mother, something I’ve wanted since I held my brother for the first time when I was 5.
My pregnancy was super smooth. I slept well, ate organically healthy, worked out daily and had no complications. My labor, the opposite: 26 hours long. I was induced thanks to my psycho doctor who had Thanksgiving plans. I endured pitocin induced contractions for 12 hrs before finally getting an epidural. Still, she was not ready. We waited and I wasn’t dilating past 3mm. Her heart rate started to weaken so they had to go in and get her.
And now I have no idea what to do. All the planning, reading and preparing didn’t help one bit when I came face to face with this human being, whose entire future is in my hands.
The only thing I know is that we are a product of 50-50 nature/nurture. I will do everything in my power to give P all the tools to achieve what she wants to achieve. She came into the world with half the tools and I’ll give her the other half.
My dear child, who I love more than anything else in the world. In 30 years I want you to be able to look back and be one of the few people to say “I had a great childhood. I was loved and respected.”. I will do everything I can do make that sentence possible.