Her life hasn't begun. She hasn't seen me; and I haven't seen her, as well as we know each other. She hasn't taken a single breath of air, even though she's practicing like crazy in utero. She's squirmy and squished, but doesn't know happiness or otherwise. But in that moment, when they hand her to us, when she breathes, or cries, or wails...that's the moment I most look forward to. In that second, it's all worth it. The angels hand her over with their best wishes for a lifetime of love and family. It's all pretty spectacular.
I won't miss these numb hands. I won't miss my swollen feet. I won't miss the heartburn, and the fatigue, and the lack of patience. I will love to have my body back to myself, sleep on my stomach and walk without waddling.
I am thankful for my friend Jill, who has lovingly supplied me with this product. I have taken almost daily baths in these soaking salts the entire pregnancy.
I am thankful for the captain, who has lovingly massaged my tired legs and my low back. Who is an amazing father, and an even better husband. For all the times he cleaned up so I didn't have to and took care of the rugrats and gave me a break. Nothing would be as good without him...how wonderfully (and undeservedly) blessed I've been.
So now, 48 hours before her birth, I count my blessings. And ask for your love and prayers as I take a step into the next chapter of my life's journey.