The Miracle of Life!

About a week and a half ago I had the distinguished pleasure of being a part of the birthing process. My friend Melissa, who I have known since we were 12, gave birth to a beautiful, healthy wonderful little boy named Cole. He made his arrival on November 30th 2009 at 9:25pm weighing 7 lbs. 15oz. and measuring 21" long. The amazing part is I got to be there for the whole thing! It's pretty crazy being on the other end of this whole baby delivery thing. I of course have been present for 3 births, all of which I was the one crying in agony and doing all the pushing (except for Danielle...her labor was pretty simple). So, to be able to see the process in a whole new light is something I will forever be thankful for. Thank you Mel and Sean for allowing me to be part of such an intimate experience. I love you both and am super excited to start getting my baby fix by holding Cole.


I think I may have missed my calling as a labor and delivery nurse. My mom and Jason would laugh if they heard that sentence come out of my mouth as they think I have a weak stomach and am not in love with blood or puke, but truthfully, the other night, none of that fazed me at all. I have thought that I am in the wrong career for several years now but have never taken the initiative to get off my butt and do anything about it. I think that the task of completing my initial degree and then having to complete the nursing program seems like a HUGE undertaking...especially considering I have a full time job, 3 kids, 2 mortgages, soccer, softball and a husband to take care of. Jason and I made the choice (well kind of) to start our family when we were extremely young, & I have no regrets (love you Lexi girl), but sometimes I think about what I could have done and been had I taken my time on the family front.

Except for my friend Kelly (she started even earlier then me and is now pregnant with baby #4!), most of my friends have just started their journey into parenthood. Yet here I am, 29 with a 8 1/2 year old, almost 7 year old and a 1 1/2 year old. I think I figured it out, and the year Danielle graduates from high school, I will be turning 41. A lot of the mom's in Danielle and Lexi's classes are already 41 or older. It's crazy that I have a child old enough that she could almost start babysitting for my friends. In fact, Lexi met Cole last Saturday and was FABULOUS with him. She was holding him and he started to fuss a little bit....so what does my 8 year old do???? She starts bouncing him very lightly and whispering to him that is ok. Cole became instantly quiet and stared at her for the next 5 minutes or so that she held him. I looked at Mel and said, " I think you found a babysitter".

Anyway, I know this blog has been all of over the place, but I think I just had too much on my mind to make it flow nice and pretty. I may not have a chance to write before the craziness that is the holiday season is over, so to all a Very Merry Christmas!

~Mel