Celebrating Birth: My First Birth Story

Today we celebrate our first sons 7th birthday. I am amazed at how vividly those memories come back to me on this day. We tried for him for what seemed like an eternity and had convinced ourselves we would never get pregnant when all of the sudden I couldn’t stop eating Fritos. It was March 18, 2005 when I realized that my new obsession with Fritos wasn’t my style and that perhaps there was something else brewing. I took a test. The two little blue lines appeared. We laughed until we cried.

I didn't hide my bump.

When I was pregnant with Ethan there was no Facebook. I was a member of the SheKnows.com DIN (Due In November) pregnancy boards. It was there that I met a gal named Sarah who taught me about pregnancy and the concept of a natural birth. Growing up in the Midwest, I have to admit that the idea of having a midwife or doula was “weird” so I stuck it out with my OBGYN (my second and third births were with my Midwife whom I love so much). Sarah also introduced the concept of intactivism, something I didn’t even know was an option.

I just happened to have a client who owned an ultrasound center. When I was just 16 weeks pregnant we discovered that our little miracle baby was a boy. I cried as I watched my husband call his dad to tell him the news. I will never forget the look on his face and the tears that ran down his cheeks. I think it was at that moment that our son became real to him. Ethan wasn’t big enough for him to feel his movements yet, but when he seen that ultrasound, his hands, his feet and the fact that he was a boy in black and white, he melted.

Back them we celebrated pregnancy online with a ton of little web graphics on forums. We had a lot of little graphics and countdown timers on our profiles back then. Today we have pregnancy timeline graphics.

After three baby showers, what seemed like 100 ultrasounds and many, many moments laying on the couch and watching my belly move, Ethan arrived.

On 4pm on Saturday, November 12, 2005, after 8 hours of labor, my little 7 lb 4oz bundle of baby joy made his grand entrance. Every day on his birthday I remember this date and what it means to me. I can remember the look on my husbands face when he seen our son for the first time. I can remember the face of the nurse that was by my side most of the day. I can remember my grandma smiling at me, so excited that after 5 years of marriage we were finally giving her another great-grandson. We lost grandma two weeks ago so that memory has been particularly hard on me today. It is these memories and details of every birth story that makes every one of them so unique and special.



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