Birth Story

BlogHer is participating in Discovery Health Channel's BabyWeek. The birth stories have been plentiful. Some brilliant, some heart-breaking, and some hysterical.

Today I share with you my Birth Story.

Mine doesn't start with ruptured membranes in a Dairy Queen parking lot, or a cave, or the possibility of the RCMP nearly delivering my babies along the side of the road. I don't even have a tale about my ass hanging out of the back of a hospital gown.

Mine starts the day that I splashed in the pool with two babies who other then the chubby cheeks were a startling contrast to one another. One fair, red-headed with freckles dotting the bridge of her perfect nose all the way up to her cat eyes. The other dark-skinned with dark haired stared back with hazel eyes and unruly eyebrows.

I didn't have 40-ish weeks to prepare and there were no nurseries to make ready. Hell I even drank the whole time. There was no torn apart girly bits, but moments that I felt my heart was being torn from my body. (A custody battle'll do it to you, trust me.)

There was no cord cut, no squished face covered in goo looked back at me. No, mine was a game of Monkey in the Middle. My labor began the day they were delivered into my heart.

What are the best things for them? Is that the right neighborhood? Is he the right teacher? Does she have on enough sunblock? Is it his allergies or do I need to call the doctor? Was that a late hit, do I start screaming at the Ref?

I think my point to this post is that our children all come into this world and our hearts in different ways, all of which should be celebrated.