Labour Day

Lately I have been thinking alot about the day our Son was born, most likely because his birthday is coming up. I remember being woke up that morning by contractions and remember not being sure they were real. Very quickly they became hard for me to track so I had wake my husband up and then he went into Wow mode (as in this is it OMG). One of his favorite parts of our Son's birth story is the fact we had to stop and get gas during rush hour on the way to the hospital. I remember being really calm, not knowing what was going to happen but having this quiet sense it would be ok. I remember being in the triage room and they said it was happening he was coming and my husband had to go and get me registered. They all left me alone in the room and I remember for an instance a sense of panic and then I decided that I would trust it would be ok and let that panic go. My days in pranayama class and all that breathing really helped. It was amazing that my body was just doing it all on it's own, it knew what to do. I look back and remember alot of calm not alot of fear. I also remember the pain, I held off on the epidural till the pain was more than I could calmly breathe through about 6cm dilated. I am proud I made it that far on my own. Only 3 hours after the epidural our Son made a very rushed appearance into this world, he was 4 wks earlier and eager to get out! He loves that part of his birth story the most and loves to remind us that he was in a rush. I think back to that day and I don't have a single regret it was a beautiful day with a wonderful ending. Soon it will have been 7 years since that day but I remember it so clearly and fondly. I am so grateful to have experienced that once in my life.