pregnant lady reading book 500x208While pregnant with my first son, I read everything I could find apropos babies. I wanted to be über prepared.

Permit's all take a interruption for a skillful chuckle.

There was, even so, one question for which I could never locate the answer. A topic that was so nighttime and scary that no book would broach the subject. Childbirth is supposed to exist transformational, right? Moonbeams and rainbows? Unicorns and Care Bears? No matter what hell your torso goes through, one time that child is here, you lock eyes, connect on a level you never knew existed, and forget the world because you will fall. in. love.

Right?!

But what if I didn't? What if he didn't? I don't just hand my heart to anyone, and I'm ane difficult chick to get to know, this could be disastrous.

The examination came with my waters breaking 10 days early, a petocin-induced labor, two hours of pushing, and so a late-night emergency c-department. I was and then doped up that I chose the centre proper noun without even remembering – seriously. "Bonding" was the last thing on anyone'southward mind, until the side by side morning time when the nurse wheeled our son into the room.

And so left.

Hubs and I merely looked at each other.

What are nosotros supposed to do with him now?!

We managed, merely I didn't feel similar a "Mother." He was beautiful and wrinkly and serious and looked like his father – all good things for sure – but where was the thunderbolt?

Three days later we were dwelling house. The house was eerily serenity. Hubs gathered Oldest out of his carrier, and we wandered into our bedroom to bask the moment. I sat down on the border of the bed and took in the view of the love of my life holding our newest love of our lives.

I so proceeded to bawl, completely overcome with emotions – I hateful like the Grinch-whose-heart-grew-3-sizes kind of painful realization that this tiny creature, this caught angel, would dice if nosotros chose not to accept intendance of him.

At that split second I wanted to feed every hungry child on the planet, kiss every single boo boo and tear away, really injure the parents who did not to take intendance of their ain children, and kill anyone who would damage one pilus on any kid's head.

I knew with 100% certainty I would step in front of a train, would elevator a ii-ton automobile, would simply lay down and dice, if it meant the well-being of my child.

I was relieved.

And terrified.

And finally, a "Mom" – an honor I strive to deserve, every single day.

Kids Activities Blog is Holly's blogging home.

She is the co-writer of 101 Kids Activities that are the Bestest, Funnest Always! and The 101 Coolest Uncomplicated Scientific discipline Experiments.

She is the mom of 3 boys ages 13, 15 & 17 who partially homeschools. She believes that you shouldn't have to buy stuff to have fun when in that location is a kitchen junk drawer total of possibilities.