Happy Birthday to My Son
Today I celebrate the day I became a mother. My son arrived a little over six weeks early. He came very fast, six hours from first contraction to delivery. The Doctor barely had time to get his arms through the gown and the next push, he was here. They whisked him over to a team waiting for him. As the Doctor continued to care for me, all I wanted to know is how the baby was. Everyone kept telling me to stay calm. I wasn’t going to be calm until I knew how the baby was. One of the Pediatricians came over to tell me that his little lungs weren’t working properly, so they were taking him to an isolation unit and I could see him when I was all done. I told the Doctor he had about three minutes to finish up and then I was getting off this table to go find the baby.
The Doctor finished and they wheeled me into see him. He was hooked up to a million monitors. He was REALLY PISSED and his entire body was tight, red and angry. His oxygen levels were dangerously low. I just stared at this little thing, not knowing what to do. The nurse told me it was OK to touch him. I began stroking his teeny tiny arm with my finger and repeatedly saying, “It’s OK baby. You’re OK.” He began calming down and his oxygen levels began going up. The nurse touched me on the shoulder and said, “Well, all he needed was him Mommy.” I began shaking uncontrollably because I realized that I was his Mommy. Of course, I knew that, but I had never REALLY thought about that until that very second. From that moment until the end of time, I will be His Mommy and he will be My Son.