Words cannot describe the amount of joy and love that filled my heart when I saw my little girl. I never knew the human heart could hold so much love.
Baby Phoenix Rae entered the world October 2, 2012. She weighed 7 pounds and 14 ounces…not too far from the 8.2 pounds the doctors estimated she would weigh.
My husband and I have an amazing 5-year-old son named Sidney. Phoenix is our second child, but the pregnancy was not planned. Sure…all of our family members were hoping we would have more than one child, but I had other plans. I guess God had other plans, too.
They say every pregnancy is different and boy was that the truth for me. With my son, my pregnancy was pretty easy…I didn’t have any morning sickness, cramping or discomfort. My biggest complaint was the weight gain. I believe most women gain between 20-35 pounds. I packed on 70 pounds! Seriously, I resembled the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man from the movie, “Ghostbusters.”
This time around I gained 47 pounds, but I was terribly sick. Quite frankly, I don’t know why they call it “morning sickness.” because for me it was all day, afternoon, and night. And it wasn’t just nausea but heart burn, too, and nothing provided relief.
Our son was born in Charlotte, NC. The amount of love and support we had from friends and the community was unexpected and so very kind. But it’s never easy being away from family. So this time I decided to have our baby in Michigan, the state my husband and I are both from.
I couldn’t have asked for a better birthing experience. In fact, the hardest part about my delivery was being away from my son. For safety reasons, I had to arrive in Michigan three weeks prior to my due date. That meant being away from my son, so that he wouldn’t miss more than a week of school while we waited for the baby to arrive. Thank goodness she came early.
Everything went according to plan…my birthing plan that is. I wanted to see the crowning, so my doctor provided a mirror at the foot of the bed so I could see everything he saw. Then when my little girl was far enough through the birth canal where I could grab her by the arms, my doctor guided my hands toward her shoulders and I pulled her out and onto my chest. It was the greatest thrill. We laid there for what felt like an eternity, but it was probably more like two minutes. She’s perfect…so sweet, so beautiful, and healthy.
So Why Phoenix?
Several people have asked me why I chose the name Phoenix. Well, the answer is simple: I love Greek mythology and the Phoenix is a sacred firebird that never dies. But according to Google.com, the Phoenix is a person or thing regarded as uniquely remarkable in some respect…I like that too.
As I am writing this blog my little bambini is lying next to me. She looks so peaceful, innocent and strong. Whether she was a surprise, planned or unplanned – I am so grateful to have her…so eager to see the beautiful, remarkable lady she will become one day.