Although I have five boys, they were all Cesarean births. I never really felt complete because I never got a chance to experience or see what it was like to deliver a baby naturally; that is, until October 1, 2009, when I was finally able to witness the birth of my little nephew, which made me feel connected as I experienced the tears, emotions, labor, and the delivery, which, in turn, made me feel complete for the first time in many years.
It was five o’clock in the morning, and the phone was continuously ringing in my ears. Angrily, I picked it up and said, “Hello? ” “l know it’s early, honey, and I’m sorry for waking you up, but your sister is in labor at the hospital, and she is all by herself. ” “Oh, my God, Mom! I live at least seven hours away from her. I will never make It there before she has the baby; will l? ‘ “You never know, Melisa, all you can do Is try. Besides, I know she will feel much better just knowing that you are on your way to be with her. ” “All right, Mom. I will be on the road within an hour. Please tell her not to panic and that I’m on my way. AAAS frantically trying to pack clothes, as well as other personal things I would need for the trip. I could not think straight because all I could think about was getting to my sister before she delivered the baby. Just as I had promised, I was on the road within an hour and I called my mom to let her know. Each time my phone rang, my heart raced with anticipation, wondering If she had already delivered the baby. Mom told me that my sister, Michelle, contractions had slowed down tremendously when she received an epidural for the pain. I was very pappy to hear that, although I felt selfish for feeling that way.
I was hoping and praying that I would make it there in time to see the birth of her baby. I was already driving ten miles over the speed limit; my heart was beating so fast. I was so excited about seeing the natural birth of a baby, as well as being there to support my sister. I did not want her to be alone, nor was I going to miss the chance to witness this special occurrence. Once again, I received a phone call from Mom, telling me that the nurse had Just broken Michelle water. I immediately started to panic, thinking that I was not going o get to experience this gift after all.
I could not stop myself from pressing down on the accelerator. I was now driving 85 miles per hour, determined to make it there on time and praying to God that I would not get a speeding ticket in the process. The closer I got, the faster I drove, until I saw the sign for the Joplin, Missouri, exit. I Immediately called my sister to tell her that I was real close and to get directions to the hospital. She told me that I had better hurry because she was about to push the At last, I arrived at Freeman Hospital. I instantly recognized the unforgettable smell of hospitals.
I immediately raced to my sister’s room, embraced her with a hug, and told her, Mimi can now have this baby! ” She was trying so hard to push the baby out, but it was not coming easy at all. In fact, The nurse had to use many different techniques to help her make progress. The different Techniques included, playing tug of war, where Michelle was pulling on one end of a twisted sheet as I was pulling on the other end. Unfortunately, that did not work, and neither did the next two techniques. However, the last technique, which consisted of using a bar to push her down on, did work well for her, and, at sat, she was making progress.
I could see the top of the baby’s head with every push she made. I was excited, and I felt like a cheerleader by cheering her on, as well as giving her progress reports. I let her know that I could see the baby’s head and that it had a lot of dark, brown hair. As I was looking at the baby’s head, I noticed that there was a small amount of blood coming from the top of it. Alarmed, I quickly looked at the doctor and quietly asked him if the baby was going to be all right. He immediately put my mind at ease with his confident smile and words of reassurance that the baby would e Just fine.
I watched in complete amazement as the baby’s little head came all the way out. I excitedly told my sister that the baby was coming out and that she was almost finished. Next, I saw the baby’s shoulders coming out; it almost looked like a baby doll. At last, he was all the way out of her womb, and the doctor quickly sucked mucus from his nose and mouth. Finally, I heard his first cry, and I was given the honor to cut the umbilical cord. My eyes were Just glowing with happiness and excitement as I watched my sister hold her little baby boy for the first time. This was a very special moment, and I denuded had tears streaming down my face.
I will never forget the way she looked at him with so much love and happiness in her eyes. I hugged my sister as she was admiring her very own creation. He was Just so precious and perfect in every way imaginable. I could not wait until I could hold the little person. Sensing my anticipation, she finally gave me the opportunity to hold my little nephew. I held him in my arms with so much love, pride, and compassion. I enjoyed the next three days, spending time with my sister and little baby Riley. I was constantly reliving the moments that I witnessed in my head.
It was so much more miraculous than I had ever imagined it would be. I was so thankful that I was finally able to experience these very precious moments, and they will not ever be forgotten. This was definitely the most amazing thing I had ever experienced in my life! I believe that I witnessed and had the opportunity to assist God in a miracle; and that is, the birth off baby. As the saying goes, “One hundred years from now, it will not matter what kind of car you drove, how much money you had in the bank, or what kind of Job you had; but that you were important in the life off child. ”