It was 2006.
I was almost 41 weeks pregnant and hugely uncomfortable. My baby was already 8+ pounds and my barely five foot frame was aching under the pressure.
I begged my doctor to let me out of my misery and a few high blood pressure readings convinced them to induce me on Sunday, November 19.
Before I went to sleep the night before, I decided to write a little note on my Facebook page, to no one in particular. Just a little something to remind me of how far I’ve come and how far I had yet to go.
And here it is. My last blog post before I went in the hospital to be induced, to have my little princess 13 hours later.
Happy birthday, princess!! 
One of my favorite pictures from the early days!
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Last day…
Well, this is it. In about four hours, I will be admitted to Hillcrest hospital to have my labor induced. My little precious is about a week late, with no true signs of ever being ready to come out.
Am I ready? Well, like the childhood game goes, ready or not, here she comes. I think I’ve been trying to prepare myself, but nothing can truly prepare you for parenthood except parenthood. I just thank God that I have a wonderful fiance who has been by my side the whole time. I don’t know what I would’ve done if he hadn’t been there.
Am I nervous? Definitely. I’m nervous about doing things the “right way” – holding her the right way, feeding her enough, changing her, teaching her, showing her the best way to live. I’m still learning myself sometimes what to do.
But what I will say, is that ever since we scheduled the induction, I’ve been more motivated than ever to work hard. I want to succeed now, not just because of my own personal goals, but because I want to provide for her, so that she doesn’t know the pain of going without. Sometimes I feel like the odds are stacked against me, that everyone expects me to fail and to become a statistic, but I truly believe that my daughter has been placed in my life to become my reason for breathing, not to become an obstacle on my road to progress.
I just pray to God that everything works out. I’ve never considered myself a true practicing, in-your-face Christian, but I’ve always had God in my heart and wanted to do what pleased Him. I might not have always followed His path, but I still believe I am a good person. It’s funny how being pregnant and about to give birth makes you analyze what type of person you’ve been, and how you can become a better person. I can’t wait to see my little one, to hear her take her first breath of air, her first cry. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this, but I am truly floating on cloud nine. I’m loving her already.
So perhaps you’ll get another post from me on Wednesday or Thursday when I get home detailing my first childbirth experience, but I doubt it. But I WILL detail it, if for no other reason than to have it written down somewhere for my daughter to read one day.
To be continued…
Aww, she’s such a cutie pie! I didn’t know you were blogging back then. How much of a difference do you see in yourself since then?
The things you said sound so familiar. Brings back memories.