Writing at the intersection of motherhood, feminism and my Latinidad

01 August 2010

Seven Years

Seven years ago I woke up in labor pains, gentle but strong labor pains. I say gentle in hindsight. Here's what I wrote on my now-defunct baby blog on August 4, 2003:

The condensed version of her birth story is this: 19 hours of labor starting at 2 am on Friday. I was able to get to 8 cm dialated before even hitting the hospital and that was at 9 am. My midwife thought that since I was able to get that far, Elizabeth shouldn't be taking too much longer. WRONG. I got stuck there until 2 pm when it was made clear to me that 1) I was exhausted and 2) not progressing, so I got an epidermal. Yes, I made it 12 hours without drugs - good for most, a little disappointing for me. But it bought me about 4 hours of sleep and then at 7:30 pm I started pushing. Elizabeth came into this world at 8:53 pm.

I really didn't think I was going to be able to do it. I think I was breaking my midwife's heart as well...she said I was about 30 mins away from a c-section, but had faith I could do it. I really couldn't have done it without the hubby and all the wishes and fab thoughts of friends, on and offline. 
Seven years later I would say the same thing. I couldn't have gotten this far in mamahood without the love and support of my friends who I see in person and those whose love comes through hi-speed connections. It really does take a village to raise a child and in today's connected world, that village is a bit bigger than I ever would have expected.


One of my male cousins is older than your daughter by seven months.

Happy birthday to your daughter and happy motherhood day to you!

Happy MamaDay to you, hon! I remember that day all so well. It really does seem like yesterday and then I look at your tall and spirited child and it feels like she's been in my life forever.