My name is Marla Berry, and I just gave birth to my very first child on 12/24/15 (right on my due date); I couldn’t be more happy and grateful to have him here. I am 30 years old and this was mine and my husband Nic’s first pregnancy and son. I’ve been trained as an emergency room nurse. So I apologize if this story gets a little technical (or long… really this is a sort of journal entry for me so I can remember everything that happened).
Justin and I knew we always wanted a child; only one, and he always dreamed of a little girl. We had been together for 10 years, married for 2, bought a home, both had good jobs and of course the questions of when we were going to have kids was asked often. In our mind we were still young; unsure if we were financially stable enough for a child, but always knew we would someday.
My name is Sara. I'm 29 years old and the mother of an amazing beautiful baby boy named Kaiden and I'm also the wife of his just as amazing father, Jon. I met Jon when I was 19. We bought our first house in August of 2008. We decided that we wanted a baby more than anything. Marriage to us was not a priority in our book, being parents was. I knew no matter the outcome of mine and Jon's relationship that he would be the greatest father to any child. In October of that year we had decided that I would stop taking my birth control in an attempt to get pregnant. We did get married October 20th 2012. By this time we had been trying for over 4 years. We tried for another year and a half before we decided enough was enough and we needed to find out why we were still not pregnant.
Two pink lines. A positive sign. The word "pregnant" in digital print. The official beginning of Cecelia.
The first few weeks of my pregnancy were full of anticipation, excitement, and anxiety. As we slowly told our family and close friends, the worry dissolved. Unfortunately, not too long after this, the nausea, bloating and heartburn came on full force. My first trimester was a blur of napping, constant peeing, and overdosing on Tums.
In the midst of this, we heard baby's heartbeat, at home, on the 9th week. It was the most beautiful sound.
At some point in my pregnancy, I fell in love with my daughter. I remember being pregnant, sitting in her rocking chair, my sweet baby girl in my belly. She didn’t have a name yet, but she was my sweet, sweet girl. I remember reading her books and feeling an overwhelming amount of love for her. Tears would fill my eyes when I thought about meeting her and holding her for the first time, though in my mind, I was already her mommy.
I've always wanted to be a mother. Heck, I played with baby dolls until I was in the 8th grade! My husband and I had always talked about children, so after only two months of marriage we decided to started trying. We got pregnant immediately. Then rolled in the comments "Well you didn't waste any time!" and "What's the rush?!". We had been together 4 years and were in our mid-to-late 20s, we knew what we were getting into and we were beyond excited.
I had a perfectly routine pregnancy. I wasn't nauseous, didn't gain a whole lot of weight, and had no major issues. When it came to birth, I didn't have an exact plan and was pretty open to different options. Delivering natural was the original plan, but if the pain was too much I wasn't opposed to an epidural. After all this was my first child and I had never experienced labor before.
I Am Mama.
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