I have to say that this daily prompt is kind of fun.
And, yes! It has everything to do with being a mom. As many of you know, or at least I hope it’s known, I am a family person. I love anything family. Cookouts. Celebrations. Reunions. Vacations. My life revolves around my family, namely my husband and children. Most of my posts are in some way tied to family, mine or someone else’s.
Anywhoo, this post is about…..
You guessed it!
I have 8 children which includes a set of twins. I have given birth to all 8 of these children, but the twins came by c-section.
I once heard someone say or I read somewhere – I can’t really remember – that if a woman has children by c-section then she’s not really mom.
Ummm, what? Can you say that again? I’m not sure I heard you correctly.
So, I guess me giving birth naturally to six children only makes me a mom to those six children. The twins….well I guess we would consider them motherless children is as they were born via c-section.
Let me tell you, I distinctly remember being pregnant for 34 LOOONNGGG weeks with my twins, through the HOTTEST part of the summer. I distinctly remember how miserable I was in the heat outside as well as inside because the window AC couldn’t keep up. I am certain I remember trying to shave my legs with a watermelon X2 in my stomach which as any woman knows is NOT an easy feat. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that emotional roller coaster ride of pregnancy, my husband (their dad) and I divorced about 1000 times and we weren’t even married yet! I also have pretty good memory of the nausea that kept me in bed for 3 solid months. I could barely get up long enough for a potty break during those early months. I distinctly remember going to each and every appointment to hear their heartbeats, take tummy measurements and yes, step on that dreaded scale. I also remember going into labor not once, not twice, but three times before the doctor would allow them to be born because we wanted them to be as healthy as possible. I also remember on the last round of labor, the nurses pushed on my stomach ALL NIGHT LONG trying to find heartbeats and the pushing around on my stomach caused two angry babies to switch from both heads down position just a few days earlier to one head down and one breach resulting in the emergency c-section that somehow makes me less of a mother.
Boy, it really is amazing all the memories that come to light for someone who isn’t a mom.
Okay, enough with the sarcasm. Now for encouragement…..
For all of you giving-birth-by-c-section-non-moms out there, be loud and proud with your right to carry that very special and well-earned title of MOM because honey….
You Are Most Definitely a Mom!
Okay, I may not be the brightest bulb in the box about many things in this so-called life. I’m terrible at politics. I know almost nothing about vehicles or gardening or the computer for that matter. I don’t claim to be a whiz in geometry, english, or catterwalling (sorry, I thought that was funny and had to throw it in there 😉 ), but I know mothering and I do it well. Very well, actually.
It doesn’t matter how you’ve become a mom: natural birth, c-section, adoption, whatever has struck your fancy in that regard, if you have a child or children that you care for on a daily basis, that you’ve nurtured from the moment that little person was placed in your arms, that you love with every ounce of your being, that you protect with every fiber of your body, and that makes you replicate the same feeling that said child/ren is having at the very same time, all without expecting a darn thing back in return then you are most definitely a mom.
So don’t worry moms or non-moms (by the opinion of some very unintelligent people),
We’ve got this!
Keep on mothering……