I was crying, screaming, and kicking with every contraction. This was one of the most
important and terrifying days of my life. This was the day I became a Mother. I been preparing for this day for 9 months. Reading “What to Expect when Expecting, taking Lamaze classes, and between all the doctor visits, I was ready. But the question still remains in my mind. “ Am I ready? “ Is any parent really ready?.
As a young mother I strive to be a good parent and raise my children to the best of my abilities. Over the years I have asked myself one simple question, “Who makes a better parent? One who is prepared with commercial text book skills, or the one with knowledge coming from experience?”
It was September 24, 2002 I manage to roll out of bed. This far along in my pregnancy, I could not see my feet. I would waddle like a penguin. With 10 days to go I grew more excited, yet couldn't help but feel nervous. I must of unpacked and repacked my over night bag ten times a day, but still not satisfied that I had all the essentials. Double checking for receiving blankets, making sure I had enough diapers like a mad lady. Installing the car seat was a interesting process on its own. Unfortunatly remembering to take the bag was the step I forgot to do. I must of called my husband's cell phone every five minutes to make check if his phone was working. With all these concerns my stomach starts to hurt. The more I worry the stronger the pains. I didnt know what contractions felt like, so of course I didn’t think anything about it. After an hour had past and the pain did not stop, I realized I am in labor. I started to time the contractions, then immediately called my doctor. Labor was nothing like I read it to be. Thinking to myself this is a piece of cake. Trying to recall what I had
learned from Lamaze classes. I drew a blank. I knew the class coverd information on pain. It wasn' t until the doctor broke my water bag, when I understood what child labor was really...
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