I became a mother for the first time ten years ago yesterday. I was so huge and miserable at the end that I cried myself to sleep the last couple of nights because I was ready to die I felt so awful. I was almost as big around as I was tall.
My water broke at 5am, and she was born at 5pm on the dot with the help of forceps. 8 lbs 13 oz. HUGE baby! It was a very difficult delivery and she was having trouble breathing when she was born. I was hemorrhaging blood and was having trouble staying conscious.
She ended up staying in the NICU for 5 days. Nursing in the beginning was very difficult, but with a lot of help and support from the nurses and lactation consultants, I was able to breastfeed her for 13 months.
She has been such a good child. She is very even tempered and never once threw a temper tantrum. She very quietly got into trouble. Like the time when she was about 20 months old and drank lamp oil because she thought it was punch. J was asleep on the couch, and I'd taken M upstairs to change his diaper.
Then there was the time when she was 5 and cut herself some new bangs. She had to climb on top of the fridge to get to the scissors.
She is very, very smart. Almost scary smart. She is constantly watching, and learning and absorbing what she sees.
I feel so grateful that she's in my life. She has truly enriched it and made it better.