Wednesday, January 07, 2009

2008: the year of the vag

For me, 2008 will always be the year that I couldn’t stop talking about my lady parts. I decided to trust the tiny voice that told me that my doctor could suck it and find a provider I could trust. Friends, the voice was right. After spending much of the year trying to decide what to do and then fearful that I had made the wrong choice, pushing that big baby out the usual way was a big deal.

In my small circle of friends, Everett's birth story has become a sort of urban legend. But his birth story isn't really about me being hardcore. I did it drug-free because I was afraid of what might happen if medical staff started intervening. I did it drug free because no one was offering any heroin (I'm pretty sure at one point, I would have taken it had it been offered). We prayed in the birth center and in the car and in the hospital room and we were answered. It may sound strange to have THAT be the big desire of your heart, but for me it was. I think because I came so close to ignoring that part of me that wanted to do this thing, I haven’t stopped feeling grateful for stitches and the right to scream myself hoarse. September 5, 2008-the biggest day of the year. No question.

Mister Baby is grateful that this will be the last mention of my nether regions on this blog for the whole of 2009.

3 comments:

priscilla tilgner said...

ha ha! you said vag. just kidding. im proud o you kari! seriously, big baby no drugs. ouch! i had a big baby, but i had an epidural. no pain whatsoever!

your story is inspiring! if you want itto get done it will ge done especially wenwe cry our to God for help!

Alida said...

Your readership is going to tank!
Just kidding. It's so awesome to listen to that voice and to trust that God does take care of us and ours. Wishing you many blessings in 2009.

Anonymous said...

Kari, You have so much to be proud of. Not an easy feat having a large Curtis Baby. We love you and are so proud of the woman, wife, and mother you are. Mom Curtis