oh boy (or girl)!

Ok, I think I'm more a fan of going into labor on my own than this inducement process - and I haven't even begun (a few more hours...). Oh my goodness! It's taking F.O.R.E.V.E.R. Since this morning at 6:30am (when Big A went into Moose's room to get TP and woke him up accidentally), I've been awake....waiting to say bye to my little boy....leaving him in (capable) hands that aren't mine....waiting to get my cervix checked (which I HATE)....and my last meal as a mommy of one....and then the labor pains.

I have only in the late hours of last night been thinking of the pain. That horrible, horrible pain. The back labor. The head crowning. IVs (I HATE IVs). Epidural (maybe). So many things to be terrified of.

And yet, if I look at it with perspective, those are but moments in the grand scheme of things. Moments to get to the best part. Seeing that little scrunched up face. Hearing those first beautiful cries. Bonding over nursing and cuddling. Those little fingers wrapped around mine. That little baby dependent only on me.

It's all about perspective.

I know this isn't necessarily a survival story, but I figure if I did it once (read about Moose's birth HERE), I can do it again! Read more stories and other prompts at Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop.