I have lots of happy parenting memories! There was no question in my mind growing up that I wanted to be a parent. I loved babies!! It was when they started getting a little older that I started to question the idea. I was never the greatest babysitter. I wanted the kids to cooperate and listen to me obediently, but as any parent knows, that’s not what kids do!!
Fast forward many years later – 2 years after getting married – we were pregnant! We were so excited, and I felt completely infallible. I was spotting a bit and my mom was freaking out (she had 4 miscarriages and her mom had 5), but I knew that everything would be wonderful. I LOVED being pregnant. Morning sickness was never an issue and my pregnancies (all 3) went by with no real major issues.
The birth of each of my three kids would be very happy parenting moments for me. Each birth was just a little different.
With my first – I worked all day and went to a co-worker’s house to finish my baby quilt. My water broke when we got to her house. The girls excitedly drove me home while I called my hubby. I left a voicemail that he didn’t really listening to, so as I got back to the apartment, he had no idea what was going on.
We got to the hospital and got me into bed. I always planned on having drugs, so we got that process underway. I slept during the entire time of dilating. About 5:00 am, the hubby was on the phone with Lisa when the doctor stated it was time and he HUNG UP ON HER!!! ARGH!!! Anyway, “Peanut” was born about 5:30 am – 7lbs 8oz. I had cleaned up and did my hair and makeup by 6:00 am. The doctor stated I looked too good and no one would feel sympathy for me at this rate.
My “Pumpkin” caused a little bit more of a stir. Again, I had no morning sickness and the pregnancy was no problem. The challenge came when my water broke around Halloween. My Pumpkin wasn’t due until mid-December. We had to drive from Beaver Dam to Milwaukee to have him because it was so early. They pumped me full of steroids trying to promote lung growth while I was on bedrest as I was only 33 weeks pregnant.
Finally, at 33 weeks 3 days, “Pumpkin” was undergoing too much stress and they decided to induce. I slept until about 3 am, when I was 3 cm dilated and they gave me my drugs. I went back to sleep again and at 4:30 am I felt like a Mack truck hit my pelvic bone. They threw my legs in the stir-ups and with one push, “Pumpkin” was here! 2 months early, but a full 6 lbs!!
Lastly, my “Princess”… again, the pregnancy was uneventful, and I was pregnant with her the longest. My contractions started around 2 am, after spending the night painting all the kitchen chairs (I was 38 weeks 4 days). We called Mom to come over and watch the boys while we went to the hospital. We got to the hospital at 4:50 am. I was in bed by 5:00 am and our “Princess” was born at 5:10 am.
There have been numerous happy parenting memories since then, but it all started with these amazing events.