The morning of April 27th, 2011 I was waddling around a high-school track.
waddle waddle waddle waddle
down on all fours
Breath…..jusssstttttttt flipping breath
waddle waddle waddle waddle
down on all fours
Breath…..jusssstttttttt flipping breath
waddle waddle waddle waddle
down on all fours
Breath…..jusssstttttttt flipping breath
“Cristo, must be time… really we should go, I bet it’s time to go.”
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We’d been at this for about an hour. Contractions had begun around midnight, we went to the midwife around 8am, and to my shocked ears… I was still in early labor.
We went to the track to walk.
waddle waddle waddle waddle
down on all fours
Breath…..jusssstttttttt flipping breath
“Cristo, must be time… really we should go, I bet it’s time to go.”
We took the dog back home, because my wonderful, practical, babydaddy thought we should give the dog a walk while watching the pregnant lady barrel herself around the HS track in pain, you know, before things got really going.
Drove the 30 minutes to the Hospital/Midwife and walked in ready to meet our boy.
“Sorry, not yet. Come back in a couple hours.”
Oh
My
Mother
Lovin
Goddess.
Babydaddy mentioned that it was a weekday and he just happened to have to renew his license, we also had some time to spare… Off to the DMV we went.
I spend what felt like hours contracting in the car. Legs up, arms up, curled in one big ball of angry pregnant woman. We drove, we walked, I think we ate something.
Finally, they had mercy on me and admitted me.
A few hours later, with the help of my wonderful midwife and some stellar nurses, I gave birth (while squatting) to a big beautiful baby boy.
…and Eliza became a big sister.
Max was the happiest, cutest chunk of baby boy I could have ever dreamed of.
He continues to amaze us with his intelligence, resourcefulness, endearing love, and goofiness.
I can’t wait to watch you grow, Max-a-maccah-moosey-man.
I love you to the moon and beyond!