He's the air I would kill to breathe : Day Thirty

 It only took me a little over two months to complete the 30 days.  Now that you know me, I feel like I can start talking more openly about my life.  Get read for a recap of goals in the next couple of days, as well as new goals for April.


Day 30 – One last moment


I was in labor for a whopping 28 hours, 20 of those which had been hard.  I was exhausted, hallucinating, and not my entire self.  I pushed for two hours before my little man finally made his appearance.

He had released his meconium (for those of you who don't know, that's the baby's first bowel movement which is very thick, sticky, and tar-like.  When released in utero there is a risk that baby can aspirate it.)  So they whisked him away to suction his mouth and throat before they would let him take his first breath.  The doctor has gasped "he's clubfoot" when he had popped out, telling them to call in a specialist.

Then he cried.  It wasn't 30 seconds since he had been delivered, but those 30 seconds seemed like forever.

And then they handed him to me, swaddled in a hospital receiving blanket.  His big dark blue eyes looking straight at me, and I said, "Hi Aiden!  I'm your mommy!"  and I began to cry.