I must say thank God that it wasn't all terrible. My mother and sister were my lifeline. My maternal family in general kept me strong...showed me much love. And with all of the turmoil going on it felt like my unborn son and I were against the world. I felt like someone was loving me from the inside out *smile*. I would talk to my belly and I don't know.....could feel his response in a loving exchange of energy. It was weird. It was beautiful. He would dance like crazy to Jay Z and Celine Dion. I knew right then he'd be as eccentric as his mother and couldn't wait to meet him. As I was surrounded by my family/friends at my baby shower I felt so blessed all of the other nonsense was irrelevant. I'm ready for this, B! The clinical department at my job threw me a surprise baby shower which shocked me because of the treatment received from the very co-workers I practically grew up with was less than substantial. To this day, when thoughts of them fill my mind I am overwhelmed with gratitude. My mentor V, he was everything. His tough words of wisdom and sarcastic humor are carried with me to this day. No, it wasn't all unpleasant. God sent his angels...
Delivery was a little traumatic. My mother and boyfriend were standing by to greet little man and my son wouldn't budge (love, love, love that epidural). Shivers began to rock my body like an earthquake. My doctor pushed for a C-section and I fought against his orders like I had had medical school instruction. No, no, no I can push!! Um, no I couldn't and my son was in distress so they rushed me into surgery. When I first laid eyes on him, I was just glad to have bought him to safety. My doctor would later express his happiness that we both survived. It took awhile for that fire to be lit but when it did, it became an inferno. Yes, God sent his angels.

Pregnancy is a time in a woman's life where she needs the most support. The most love. The most resources that you can have available to her. It is one of the closest human acts that we can consider a miracle. Whatsoever should become of that process has nothing to do with the emotions that she experiences and her perception of the circle of people she has surrounded herself with. I say all of this to say that due to the fact we've all come to be through pregnancy, our society (each & every one of us) should show a little compassion to woman with child. The media's constant display of images of pregnant woman dancing, working, and carrying on with their daily business desensitize us to the actual struggles that come with carrying a life. My experiences have made me a better woman so I can look back on it all and smile. I am now a source of strength for others. For my children especially. To quote one of my favorite poets (Maya Angelou) "People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, or even what you do, but they always remember how you made them feel." Shout out to all of those who made me feel great. You know who you are.