One of the biggest accomplishments in motherhood actually comes right at birth. When a mother gives birth, she experiences one of the most important moments in parenting. Each moment with a precious new baby is sweet, but special in its own way. The first time you hold that baby and look into his or her eyes, whether it’s your first or your fourth time giving birth, is a moment in motherhood you’ll cherish forever.
My first baby played a few tricks on me. Ever heard of false labor? I had it three times with this one. I’m not talking Braxton-Hicks. These were real contractions that ended up lasting hours and then completely stopping after getting a few minutes apart. By the time the real labor came, I was definitely prepared and knew my way around the hospital, too. She was born healthy and happy, after only three sets of pushes. She didn’t cry at all, which was a good indicator of her still joyous personality. In fact, none of my kids came out crying.
My second child’s birth somewhat echoed the first, in that I again experienced false labor. At least this time, it only happened twice. I found out at a normal doctor visit that I was dilated to four centimeters and having contractions. I didn’t feel anything, but complied with the hospital transfer and had her not long after. Her only birth protest came as a small whimper when they did the PKU test.
The birth of my third child was a bit different. This may sound normal, but given my history of early labor, it was unexpected that I lasted until four days before her due date. The doctor induced me because I was slightly dilated with the baby in the birthing position for a week. Needless to say, that wasn’t comfortable. I had been on bed rest for a while before that. Once the induction started, it was not long before I was pushing out my third baby. Given my history of fast labor, it didn’t surprise me.
The fourth was my scariest birthing and parenting experience of all my motherhood memories. I woke up early in the morning with slight back pain. It really was not that bad. I tried going back to sleep with no avail. I thought I had to use the restroom until I stood up. Then, I knew. I was only 34 ½ weeks along. I kept reminding myself that I already had given birth twice without them being considered premature. We rushed to the hospital and I set a record for their quickest birth from entrance. I pushed my hardest, wanting him out ASAP because I knew something wasn’t right. His umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck, but thankfully he wasn’t blue and he was just fine. He also was fully developed, which was a miracle at 34 weeks. I’m glad I trusted the instincts of motherhood and did not push him out at home, given the situation with the umbilical cord and the early birth.