Today is Miss Pickles’ birthday! And it’s also my Mommyversary!
Miss Pickles, I remember the first time I felt like a Mom. You weren’t born yet, and my doctor and I were having the “what if this happens, and what do you want me to do about it” conversation…
For those who don’t know our story, I had a very difficult pregnancy, delivered prematurely, and spent my first month as a Mom visiting Miss Pickles in the NICU. But I digress…
We were about 20 or so weeks along, and at this point I had been on bed rest for about 4 weeks. At one of my visits, after the ultrasound was done, Daddy, the doctor and I had the conversation…
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“When we deliver, if there are complications, and only one of you (between me and you) could be saved, what do you want me to do?”
Me: “Save her. Do all that you can for her. Don’t worry about me.”
Those words tumbled out of my mouth without contemplation or hesitation.
When I had time to process it, I realized that I was saying that if we were dying, that I should be the one to die and you should be the one to be saved.
Did I want to die? Hell no! I wanted to live to see you grow up and all of that. But given the choice, this was mine. I told the doctor that even if you would only live for a few moments, that those few moments were worth my entire life. We put it in my chart, so that in the event, Daddy and everyone would understand why I had made that choice, and somehow come to make peace with it.
All at once, I understood what motherhood truly is… Giving. Loving. Sacrificing. I felt it deep down in a very primitive part of myself. It is a role I have relished, and the best part of who I am.
And so here we sit at the 10th anniversary of us, and I’m so amazed by you. I look at you sometimes and say to myself “I grew that!” You’re everything I couldn’t have even imagined, and I continue to strive to be worthy of you.
Happy Birthday, sweetheart!!