Fridays Challenge

I have decided to do Dana's Friday Challenge...

"Blog about something that has really excited you"

My daughter’s birth was the most exciting thing that has happened in my life yet. I thought all these years that I would be terrified of her birth. I remember when I was young not even wanting to get pregnant for fear of giving birth.

I was never scared of dying...I was often scared of getting fat....but I was mostly scared of pushing a melon out of a hole the size of a lemon. (Well that's how I'd heard it described all the time).

I was scared of the tearing, the pushing, the pain, my pain threshold, and more.

But when I finally became pregnant I couldn't have been more ecstatic at the thought of the life growing inside of me coming out so I could see it and inspect it. The doctor informing me that I would have to be induced as she was so big already they were scared she might get stuck, still didn't scare me, but increased the thrill.

Going into hospital the night before, I was comfortable, calm, relaxed and confused as to why my heart wasn't racing. The pain finally did rear its ugly head but I knew it wouldn't last forever and the mere thought of a face, a hand or a cry made it worth the while.

I screamed from the pain, I think I cried I don't remember, I remember the drugs and I remember the haze and dazed feeling but I still remember the pure excitement....

And finally, and finally she was out...and my then my excitement turned to fear as I waited for her to cry, as I thought about this life that I was now responsible for...the years or worrying that were ahead of me.

I tried to focus on the joy of her, as I realized I could worry the rest of my life or enjoy every second of her. I chose to enjoy every second of her and know that god would handle the rest.

Each sneeze, each breath and each smile I still get excited.