The MOMocrats are helping spread the word about the Mothers Day Every Day Project, part of the White Ribbon Alliance's efforts to raise awareness of maternal death worldwide. Over 500,000 women die in pregnancy and childbirth each year, due to lack of necessities like clean water and basic medical care. To honor this effort, we are sharing our birth and adoption stories. Here's the story of how I became a mom. Please share your story on your blog and leave a comment over at MOMocrats and we'll link to your post on Sunday, in honor of Mother's Day.
I've written before about my feelings about being the mom of a boy, with some trepidation, but ultimately, much joy. My pregnancy was uneventful. I had some morning sickness, but nothing debilitating. I never had to go on bedrest, or worry that anything was wrong. All the worries I had were of my own making.
I delivered Alex by scheduled c-section, probably the least dramatic birth method every invented. I went in for a routine prenatal visit at 38 weeks, and had an ultrasound.
"Oh, my!" the ultrasound technician exclaimed.
"Is that a good 'oh, my' or a bad 'oh, my'?" I asked.
"Well, your baby is measuring a bit um,...large," she said.
"How large is large?" I asked.
"He's looking like about 10 pounds," she paused dramatically. "Plus or minus 15%. I think you should discuss this with the doctor."
I could handle the "minus 15%", but giving birth to an 11 and a half pound baby was not exactly something I was prepared for.
