She arrived soon after and from the moment she walked in the door, I senses her calming presence. On your birth day, I was extra grateful he was ours.īy 6am, I was feeling ready for some help with pain relief from our doula, Muneera. Same story when I stepped in poo on the way to the car…twice. He didn’t even complain or joke when I threw up all over the bathroom floor. He was an angel…he did everything to make the day flow as smoothly as possible. It felt as if every five minutes he was coming back with my water bottle refilled. If there was something to be done, he’d do it. Throughout the entire birth adventure, he exuded his strong, calming presence. When I moved to a new position, she followed. ![]() It was as if she had an intuition for what was happening (she’s given birth, herself). She would come really close and rest her head on me. I was blown away by how concerned Effie was…her eyes were fixed on me, especially during more intense contractions. Darren and Effie were beside me the whole time. With bags packed, we went to bed feeling sure we’d be up again very soon…Īt 2am, I woke up with stronger contractions. We’d felt sure the hospital was in our near future, but now we weren’t so sure. We lost track of time watching a show, then realized I hadn’t had a contraction in thirty minutes. Later that evening, contractions reached five minutes apart, but they were still light enough for me to do stuff around the house. He was so excited that he left work to go home and pack the hospital bags. I couldn’t believe you were coming!! I texted Darren with the update. An hour into the movie they intensified to the point where I left my seat to pace the halls. It was a familiar feeling…they were just like period cramps. I wasn’t even sure they were contractions. Little did we know, a short while later, contractions would begin… And we’d only met her once before! I shared with her that I felt ‘today could be the day’ (but really I’d felt as if every day could be ‘the day’). It was our doula, Muneera! I couldn’t believe it. How ironic! Strangely, thirty minutes earlier, as we were buying our tickets, I saw a familiar face. Your grammy and I were in a theatre watching Bridget Jones’ Baby. ![]() Plus, we were just soooo excited to meet you… Given that I’m a bit impatient, I fully expected you to show up early. I was ready for you weeks before you arrived. ![]() So that we never forget, here’s the story of your birth day… You’re six months old! How did the time pass so quickly? Weren’t you just born? I think back to that October day with so much gratitude.
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