I had always wanted to experience the natural birth of a baby. 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?” “I 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 I?”
“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.” I was 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’s, contractions had slowed down tremendously when she received an epidural for the pain. I was very happy 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.