February 8th has long since passed...it is now the 13th...I am beginning to feel like a failure. Why hasn't my body began working to get this baby out? Josh was away at practice and so I decided to drown my sorrows with a hot bath. As I sat and thought about the possibility of not having a home birth as planned due to what could be an induction I began to cry. I had this dream, this vision how how great this birth would be. I dreamed for years of a water birth, a home birth...the relaxing environment a healthy baby...and now I am faced with the potentiality of being forced to deliver in what I consider to be a cold, medical environment. I sat there and cried out to God. For 9 months I had prayed for the perfect day. I prayed the night before labor I would get a great nights rest, and He would wake me with contractions in the early morning around 5:30-6 and that she would be here by noon-1pm...I was CONVINCED she would be here by now. As I cried out I heard God's gentle reminder...
This blog is meant to be totally transparent. I believe transparency helps us identify, it helps us feel "normal", it helps us cope, it helps us learn...transparency is key in helping others and allowing others to help you become better. What is written here will be raw and honest, it won't always make me look good...but that isn't what I want. I don't want to look good, I want to be real...sometimes real is ugly.