My husband and I were on the standard five year plan. There would be no birth story for us to share for five years. Just enough time to get settled in our jobs, get a little more financially stable, and even do a little traveling. It was enough time for us to learn about each other, before we bring another human being into this world. We both liked the five year plan. It was working for us.

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We were on the five year plan -- until we weren't. Our birth story isn't crazy, or heartbreaking, but I'll never forget the moment that made me a mom.

In 2013, my husband was leading a trip to Haiti with his youth group, and I tagged along as one of the leaders. Here’s the traveling we were talking about! While it was an amazing experience, it also puts everything into a very humbling perspective. We obviously didn’t go down there to hang out on the beach all day — we went to serve those in need.

Those in need meant most of the people in Haiti. We would walk around while being surrounded by naked kids — naked because they couldn’t afford food. We served rice one day, and over 500 kids showed up. For some of those kids, this would be their only meal of the week. And don’t even get me started on the orphanage. I don’t think there was a dry eye when we were leaving that orphanage.

Not too long after arriving home, my husband said he needed to talk to me. He basically explained that he felt God calling us to have children, and wondered what I thought. Not surprisingly, I was being pulled in that same direction. God sure does work in mysterious ways. And just like that, our 5 year plan turned into a 2.5 year plan. Little did we know that we would be done having kids in only 2 short years.

I was feeling a little odd, so I grabbed a pregnancy test when I got home from work and took it. It didn’t even take the 3 minutes to show a positive sign. I was pregnant! My husband was out playing video games when I told him the good news. He said something along the lines of, “really! Wow that’s exciting!” And went back to playing video games.

He was excited, I promise.

The pregnancy was uncomplicated, thankfully. Besides my sons foot being stuck in my ribs for most of the pregnancy.

We had the baby showers and the nursery was complete. I was convinced I was going to be late, but I think that was just me making sure I didn’t get my hopes up that baby would show up sooner.

The Birth Story That Made Me A Mom For The First Time

Our birth story isn’t crazy, or heartbreaking, but I’ll never forget the moment that made me a mom.

On a Saturday morning, I was 38 weeks and 5 days. My husband was at an event until about 4 pm and I was home alone that day. I think I woke up at 11 — because no kids yet, duh. And soon after I started feeling something weird about every 10 minutes. And then it clicked, um hello, contractions! By the time my husband came home the contractions were every 5 minutes, but not as strong as I thought they would be. Although maybe these were labor contractions and everyone just exaggerated how bad labor was? Ha, I wish.

We went out to Chipotle for dinner because if I was going to be stuck in a hospital, I wanted some good food. On the way back from dinner is when I got my first contraction that put tears in my eyes. I went home and showered to see what would happen. Contractions didn’t lessen but I did lose my mucus plug. We were going on 6 hours of contractions being 5 minutes apart so we called the doctor to see what they would say. They wanted me to come in and check so we did.

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Turns out those were just light contractions, darn. But the doctor was confused at why I was already having them so close together so we stayed there for about an hour so they could track the contractions. They said it was weird that I had been having them so close together, but they were still irregular and not strong enough, so home we went.

I was able to get an hour or two of sleep that night. My husband went off to church and I stayed home. Contractions were about 10 minutes apart when I woke up Sunday morning but quickly went back to 5 minutes apart. They just wouldn’t give me a break!

The Birth Story That Made Me A Mom For The First Time

They contractions were definitely stronger, but I was determined not to go back to the hospital until I was really in labor so we waited. My husband went to sleep Sunday night, and I was up and down with contractions. In the tub, out of the tub, walking, sitting. At about 5 am on Monday morning (yes I know, my son was taking his sweet old time), I started throwing up. My husband got up and told me that he didn’t know what was going on but that he wanted to go to the hospital.

Good thing he made that call because I was officially in labor and we got checked into a room at about 6 am. Things looked to be progressing quickly and the doctor said she wouldn’t be surprised if the baby was here by noon. We were going on about 36 hours of contractions every 5 minutes so I was happy to hear it.

My goal was to not get an epidural, so those next few hours were rough. We tried everything again — in the tub, out of the tub, walking, sitting, yelling.

The doctor came in at about noon to check me and she said that felt the top of baby’s head, and that he had turned sideways! Thus, making me stall at about 6cm. I was a little mad. Okay I was furious. I did what any sane woman would do in my position.

The Birth Story That Made Me A Mom For The First Time

I got the epidural.

Let me tell you. It was amazing. I had never felt better in my entire life!

Who knows why, maybe because I was relaxed, maybe because my son is stubborn, but not to long after he straightened himself out and I was ready to start pushing.

My actual birthing experience was the most peaceful birth I could have imagined. My doctor came in and asked me to give her a test push and quickly said “wait stop!” Apparently he was ready to come out so they called everyone in.

Did I mention the World Cup was on? I’m not sure who was playing who or what the score was but my husband could tell you for sure. The doctor then looked at my husband who was sitting on the couch and said, “if you would like to watch your son be born, now is the time.”

I pushed two times and Broderick made his entrance into the world! He was 6 lbs 8 ounces and 21 inches long.

And that’s my birth story!

Now my daughter’s birth story is entirely different. I will be back to tell that birth story later!

We were on the five year plan -- until we weren't. Our birth story isn't crazy, or heartbreaking, but I'll never forget the moment that made me a mom.

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