Things might seem a little “off” around my blog lately. For those of you who know me personally, here’s your wink face as you probably know what this post will be about. As for the remaining readers, stay awhile, I’ve got quite the story for you.
You see this little man?
He joined our family last week.
As with many birth stories, his was full of adventure. It helps that the beginning of his adventure, my pregnancy, was full of surprises too. As with every addition to any family, the moment of arrival is full of anxiety, doubt, fear, pain, sometimes suffering. And then all at once, every ounce of fear and doubt that you had bundled up inside you for 9 long months is completely obliterated.
You know, I just can’t stop laughing about this part- we barely made it to the hospital in time. Nurses were still setting up delivery trays when he made his grand appearance. It was everything you would have seen from a movie; the drive there, the panicked staff trying to get set up. I am a woman who does not tolerate pain well, and who has a huge fear of the unknown. I cried when I was denied “the juice” because of lack of time- “He’s coming too quickly!” they told me. I had 3 nurses on my arms trying to get an IV in on time. Fail. Check out that battle wound:
My entire pregnancy, on a weekly basis I would hear someone say to me (whether it be a warning or sympathy) something along the lines of “Man, three kids three years and under. You will have your hands full!” and all I could ever think was “I feel like I should be worried because you are.”. But I never was. I just knew we’d make it work however we needed to.
And then we get home. One evening, some sweet ladies from church had brought my family dinner. As I unloaded it all, a song came to my head. Drowning out the chaos of playful screams and non-playful whines, I began singing Blessed by Martina McBride. And even though through my window it might have looked like what people were telling me all my pregnancy was right, that I had my hands full- in that moment, inside me I felt grateful for life. I have a good life.
Many moms experience “baby blues”. The worries of what life holds for your little one, the emotions of the simplest task being too hard. I have always been a news junkie. I have news apps on my phone I read in downtime. I watch the morning news when I’m up before the kids. This was a bad week for the combination of news junkie and baby blues. Coverage of the Midwest tornado damage has shown many destroyed homes, lives…. families. And yet, in every scene there is aid. Groups of people flock to help. I saw on facebook our County Attorney here in Arizona had flown out to Oklahoma with thousands of dollars in donations to help clean up.
And then there is this commercial message from Allstate Good Life:
The baby blues got me crying. I love this commerical. “Every second, somewhere in the world lightening strikes. But we still play in the rain…. All the bad things that happen in life, they can’t stop us from making our own lives GOOD.
So I have three kids 3 and under. So, I didn’t get my epidural or IV. So tornados reined for a night (or two). Life gets made good when we focus on creating the good and not taking care of the bad. Isn’t that a wonderful message from Allstate?