Birth

While running at the gym, staring out the window my mind starts to wander.  One day it wandered to my family and my beautiful children.  My baby is now one.  When her older brother was her age we were already pregnant with her.  Needless to say, while our family feels it best to wait, I am a bit baby hungry.  I'm truly blessed and actually enjoy being pregnant.  It's when they come out that things start to get tough.

Anyway, I was thinking about their births and my experience with them.  I had both of my children unmedicated in a birthing tub.  There is only one hospital that I know of in all of Utah who does that and we thankfully only lived 30 min away both times. As I contemplated a third child I started to think about what why I chose to go unmedicated, what got me through their births, and do I really want to do that again.  Yes, the water was wonderful.  My husband's unwavering support emotionally and physically (He and my doula were using counter pressure with every contraction.) were irreplaceable.  My nurses and midwives both times were simply fantastic. While all that helped me in my choice, the biggest motivator was my baby.  We were in this together.  I wasn't going to leave them alone.  Whatever endorphins or hormones I got I wanted to makes sure they got them too.  With  my first I wasn't exactly sure what was going on so I didn't pay as close attention as I had hoped to.  So with my daughter I focused more and I was with her as she moved down the birth canal  pushed her way into this world.  When she arrived they put her directly on my chest and the only thing I could think or say is, "We did it!"  Because we did.  We did it together.  Her new and precious life outside of the womb was now beginning.  But my kids are not alone on this journey called life.  Just like in birth, we are in this together. I will teach and love them the best that I know how.

After those tearful, but joyous thoughts, I started to notice the people around me.  The ones running on their treadmills and lifting weights.  The people outside walking to and from their cars to their different destinations.  I saw people of every age, size and color.  And I started to think about the Savior.  He willingly walked into the garden and he suffered all our sins, all our pains, all our sorrows.  He went through this life with us.  Every single one of us.  He is not going to leave us alone.  When we return to Him, He will be able to say, "We did it!"  Because it is only with Him that we can make it back.