Or as Gloria Estefan put it "Coming Out of the Dark..... I can finally see the light....."
Minutes after I posted my last entry my water broke in the middle of Taco Bell. sigh... every pregnant women's nightmare. Went home, ( I drove myself, sitting on a pile of paper napkins ) and nothing happend for 6 hours. I did accomplish one goal by walking to the hospital! Anyhow, nothing happened so they induced at 8:45pm. First couple of contractions by 9:15pm, the Doula got there at 9:25pm and Brennon was born at 11:30pm! Fast and furious, no time for drugs, BAM!! There he was. Beautiful.
Thats all I can write about right now, the rest has been a haze. Ive been told to hold on for the first couple of months and so Im doing that while realizing that the pain in childbirth that Eve brought upon us, is not limited to labor and delivery, it's in the transition of post-partum and the hecticness of transitioning from one child to two. (Operating system 2.0 as my husband puts it.) Its in the blue fog of post-partum harmonal chaos. Its in the emotional separation from the first child to the fierce "mommabearness" attachment to the second. Its in the heartbreak of that separation.
It has made me ponder the role of Christ's resurrection in the life of a post-partum woman. Someone told me about a book they read called "Buddha never raised kids and Jesus didn't drive carpool" The title is so appropo.
peace for now.
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You explained so well the tough transition that happens with the first child when the second child comes along. For me, now that B is getting robust enough to handle some roughing up, I'm really warming up to R again. I think that where you are now is a stage, because I'm just starting to come out of it.
I think about you all the time! I know both of us have our hands so full right now it's hard to find time to call but I'm sending lots of unspoken support your way!
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