It's all pretty funny how he came to be. He is actually 2 weeks premature, which isn't too bad at all, comparing to the fact that he was suppose to come out earlier and stay in the NICU. I actually had my baby shower the night before I went into labor. so everything happen just on time. What makes this even more of a blessing is how my best friend and I had our sons on the same day. My husband has convinced himself that the full moon sparked the fuse of us having our kids the very next day. I just blame our intense walk home from the baby shower. My best friends and I tend to be little rebels, so when we're told not to do something, we're already half way done doing it. We walked home, and totally jinxed ourselves that we would deliever on the same day.
Contractions woke me up the next morning. We didn't have any of the hospital bags ready, and so since I was sure that I wasn't going to pop until the 9th of October, I became the rebel in me again and went to target( I need to stop being such a superhero.) Boy, did i regret that! AND to top it off, the contractions which I felt were getting worse (but figured it was normal) brought the beast out of me, so my husband and I were giving each other the silent treatment at target. I mean, he's walking around ignoring me, I'm in so much pain, but won't show because I want to win this fight....Marriage life-can't get any better than that. I eventually gave in because I wanted some pizza hut from the little mini store they have in Target. So I'm sitting stuffing my face, crying my eyes out because how we were ignoring each other at the store. After that whole scene, we reached home, I walked into the bathroom, and BOOM! My water broke!
On our way to the hospital, my husband and I were filled with various emotions. This was it, in just a couple of hours will be meeting our first born. Our excitement showed while we walked into the hospital. Everything we knew about parenting is finally getting put to the test.
Because I was getting a C-Section, everything was just a bit different from having our son natural. We were taken into the surgery room, where they numbed me, and sliced my stomach open( I know, totally TMI.) Travis being his first time, looked beyond disgusted, and felt bad for me. "You seriously can't feel ANY of this?!" He always asked. And I couldn't. I was too drugged up, or probably too full of excitement that pain didn't matter so much, I just want him OUT! Lol.
After ten minutes I heard his cry..........and that's when it hit. My son is here. That cry changed my whole entire perspective on life. Finally being able to see what I have held in my stomach was worth it all. That cry was a cry of peace, and new beginnings.
Here at home, and him being a week and two days old, my daily routines to sleeping habits have totally changed. Everything I think about and do is always based on him. From going places, to our future. He has not only become my top priority, but my motivation to become better, to live better, and to do better.
It is beyond crazy how your kids can motivate you to do things you thought you would never accomplish. How they're able to make you smile every morning.......how they're able to make a bad day a great one just by a simple hug, kiss, smile....Since I have had my son, I have woken up every morning excited to give him that tender, love, and care. Nothing else matters anymore. Everyone is only an option.
I am thankful for the plan of salvation, and for the understanding that my family can be together, forever. Babies are the closest will ever be to heaven. And I am glad I got a peace of heaven.
Love this feeling of being a mother. Xo, Travis, line, and baby Fa'amoana :)
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