Guest Blog: Being a Mother by Teach

 I’ve always known I wanted to be a mother. 

It was in my blood. I felt the desire to nurture and teach a young child since I was little. This desire led me to become a teacher, but I knew even greater opportunities would come as a mother. There was a point in my life when I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to have children. I was afraid that the blessing would never come to me. Now, I stare at the young one lying quietly on her Boppy while I type, and I just am blown away by the blessing she is in my life.

My little girl, Twizlet was born on February 21 after 40 weeks and three days of pregnancy. She is quite perfect in my opinion. Twiz and I went to the hospital a week before because I thought I was in labor. Yes, the contractions I was having hurt, but it wasn’t until the following week when I felt the “real” contractions that I understood the difference. They set us up on the monitor, but they were going to send us home after being there for an hour and not dilating past a one! I couldn’t handle leaving, so I said a little prayer, then 20 minutes later they came and told us that Twizlet wasn’t showing strong enough signs of receiving oxygen and they were going to start me on some medicine to amp up the process. Once the meds started, they got a good reading on my baby girl and she was totally fine, she just wanted to be born.

Twelve hours after the doctor broke my water, he was back in the room to help deliver. He arrived at 4:12 am. Twizlet was born at 4:16. I cried when I heard that little tiny baby squeal. I can’t explain the feeling when her little body was placed on my chest and I knew that she was meant to be my daughter.

Fifteen days later, she feels like such a natural part of our family. Twizlet sleeps well, eats well, is growing, and is the funniest girl. She has the greatest facial expressions that make me laugh and giggle. Twiz is the sweetest dad and handles her with love and tenderness. I have been pooped on multiple times, I’m hardly sleeping, and my laundry pile is a mess. Yet the happiness and Spirit in our home is stronger than ever. We are so grateful for our little girl. She has changed everything. :) She has made me a mother.