I Had a Baby, In a Hospital, and Then We Went Home {Mother’s Day Series}

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I have 3 people I get to claim I gave birth to.  It was 13, 11, and 9 years ago.  And I’m going to make a confession.

I don’t really remember much of any of their births.

I sometimes feel weird when asked about my children’s births because I honestly don’t remember the details.  I’m chalking it up to a terrible memory. And I hate to call them “ordinary” births because no birth is ordinary- ever.  But, they were ordinary, when it comes to birthing. They were in a hospital, with drugs, a doctor, and a whole lot of visitors.  I can’t tell you a big, long drawn out story about what time I arrived at the hospital, what centimeter I was at when I arrived, or what room I was in.  I don’t know what my labor nurses names were, although I loved each of them with all my heart.  I don’t remember who the doctor was that delivered my second baby, because he was the doctor on call and not my OBGYN.  My water broke with all 3, I went in, breathed through a few contractions until I thought I had enough and then promptly asked for the epidural.  All 3 of them took around 12 hours and I had 3 little sweet babies to show for a whole lot of pushing.  My sister did some videoing of #2, so I watch that occasionally and it jogs my memory.  And there are of course a lot of pictures to remind me of that amazing time in my life.

I can tell you I remember looking into their little eyes and thinking, oh my word he/she is mine, and my heart was instantly bigger.

If you can’t remember your birth story, don’t feel bad.  It’s okay if your story isn’t the one that gets the prize for the most dramatic labor and delivery. I love hearing the stories of my fellow mom blog contributors who had labor/delivery stories that are book worthy.  And then I’m thankful they aren’t mine! (xoxo blog sisters!) And if all of you do remember your birth stories in extreme detail, humor me and don’t make me feel bad!

At the end of the day, no matter how those sweet babies get here, we are changed for life when they do.  Embrace your birth stories – even if they are like mine….”you mean I’m supposed to have birth stories…Wha???”  Support those new mama friends in the early weeks of navigating life with no sleep, help those mama’s who need just one hour to use the bathroom and shower all alone, and embrace the fact that we are all apart of the Mom Sisterhood – boring, crazy, dramatic, nonexistent birth stories and all!

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Amy
Amy is an Oklahoma City Native who is the mom of 3 kids ages 14, 11, and 9 and married to her college sweetheart. She ditched Corporate America and her accounting career in order to pursue her creative side and keep up with her kids. She is the author of the blog JustFinishStrong where she blogs about food, family and fitness. Coffee, a scenic run, her border collie, Izzy, and exotic chocolate are a few of her favorite things!

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