This was waiting for me in my inbox this morning from my Mom. I love it.
“I had been in bed, on my LEFT side for two weeks… feeling like a beached whale, and tired to death of “bed rest” and not being able to see my feet! I was sure that I was at any moment going to give birth to a future Rockette OR place kicker for the Pittsburgh Steelers, because the child growing inside me was so active!
MY mother had been by my side, monitoring my NO SALT diet, baking my favorite oatmeal raisin cookies, and running into the room every time I went OOF! (which happened whenever the afforementioned Rockette/place kicker reminded me of his/her impending entry into the world with a mighty kick to my solar plexus). Mom and I watched many episodes of Quincy and consulted over the daily crossword puzzle in the Tampa Tribune.
A visit to the OB for my daily blood pressure check had the doctor deciding that this was THE day. He cautioned my Mother NOT to return home for my suitcase – but to take me directly to the hospital, where they would be waiting to whisk me to the birthing suite and hook me up to more gadgets and monitors than an astronaut. Because my pressure was already dangerously high, they opted not to tell me that one way or another, THIS was it.
And so, on this very day, a beautiful, healthy baby girl was born, and an amazing new adventure began.
And like Hannah, I can say: “For this child I prayed, and the Lord has granted me the petition that I asked of Him.”
What she doesn’t explain is that she had Toxemia and “THIS was it” meant if everything didn’t go smoothly, either or she or I or both weren’t going to make it. Obviously, we both did just fine by the grace of God. She used to tell me about how she thought something was wrong with me since they wouldn’t let her see me – whisked me away for observation and whatever else doctors do to high risk babies and mamas. She burst into tears as she explained to the Doctor that she hadn’t even held me yet and he shouted, “Get that Roche baby in here STAT!!” and the nurses all scurried around like rabbits. I would laugh and laugh. I wasn’t really all that morbid as a child – my mother is a very animated storyteller. (Okay, maybe I was.) What about you? Did/do you have any favorite stories your Mom used to tell about your birth?
So, all this to say: I was born and today is my birthday, and I am overwhelmingly thankful for the grace of God poured out in my life and for incredible, godly friends who I cannot wait to spend time with tonight.
Music: Taylor Swift – The Best Day