As I lay here trying to make my brain stop thinking so I can sleep and praying for my sister in law as she waits for her body to keep progressing so they can meet their daughter, my mind finally took me to memories. With my on going struggle with depression I at times have to fight to find the happy memories through out my life and one of my happiest memories came flooding back. The memory of having Katelyn. It is strange because not only did the memories of the waiting and delivering come back but all the emotions I felt.
I remember the fear I felt as I began the induction process and was trying to get my mind prepared for the unknown. The first night was the longest of my life and to awake and find out the cervadil didn't do anything and have to pray the pitocin would help get me moving. I remember the pain as contractions got harder and trying to figure out how the crap you breathe through the pain (wishing I would have done a birthing class). Then the epidural it was awesome at the time to finally get a break from the pain. I couldn't relax before and I wasn't proogressing. I then got an hour of sleep and woke to sharp pain running down my legs. Then finding out the end was near and I had finally gone from a 3 to an 8. Then the pushing and then finding out the baby was a girl. All the feelings of labor disappeared as they set my beautiful daughter in my arms. She was absolutely perfect and the love I felt was overwhelming. She was finally here. She was MY baby and she is one of my miracles God has blessed me with. I am so grateful for this memory. I am grateful for the three beautiful spirits the Lord has blessed me with.