Beautiful Risk
Feature Post and Blog of the Week
by Jenny from Mommin' It Up!
She’s sleeping soundly, and I pause to observe a rare moment of calm in my wild child, my crazy girl, my daring daughter. Her long, fine hair covers her thick eyelashes and rest on her plump, peaceful cheeks. She is, to me, simply amazing. But I am, of course, her mother.
Eleven months ago, I exhibited the opposite of the serenity she now sleepily displays. I was pregnant with her, and on the cusp of giving birth, rotund, uncomfortable, and scared. I was anxious, apprehensive, and fretful about my baby girl. My fears frustrated and confounded me. I already had a son, and he was healthy and strong. I had done this before, what was wrong with me? I just wanted her out, and as my pregnancy progressed I became more and more convinced she would be safer outside the womb than in.
A few days before my due date, after a doctor’s appointment where once again, everything looked fine, I sat down to try and analyze my fear, to seek to know the enemy that was taking the joy out of this pregnancy. What I came to realize after some careful, quiet thought, was this: because I already had one child, I knew what I had to lose if something went wrong with this pregnancy. I knew what it was like to hold my own child in my arms, to nurse it at my breast, to feel its breath on my cheek, to marvel at its first smile and revel in its first laugh. This baby already had my heart. Giving her life meant risking her life, and I already knew I couldn’t live without her.
A few days later, right on time, my risk, my beautiful risk paid off. My daughter came into my world healthy and strong, just like her brother. The last eleven months she has brought me joy upon joy, and looking at her now I don’t regret the risk for a minute. Still, knowing what I have to lose, I don’t think myself brave enough to take it on again.
Jenny Rapson lives in her hometown in Ohio with her high-school-sweetheart-turned-husband and her two fabulously funny kids. She is a stay-at-home-mom, avid book reader and voracious coffee drinker, and writes her blog about adventures in motherhood with her friend and cousin, Emily Berry, at Mommin’ It Up! (http://momminitup.com).
9 comments:
And that fear never goes away, does it?
Aw, sweet! My next pregnancy will be filled with the fear of the baby coming out too early! That's a whole 'nother worry about the same thing, from a different perspective.
Darn prematurity.
WOW! Jenny, that was awesome article! It is SO true! :)
such a sweet post..I am so gald I read it!
Great post. There is a risk in everything, but when the risk is heartache, it's a different feeling than if it's a physical risk. It's definitely a scarier risk.
Gorgeous post. I have that fear about going for third child - how could I be this lucky a third time?
Wonderful post, Jenny.
Annie, I had the same thought before I had my third, among friends who had just miscarried. Everything turned out fine, though.
The naivete of the first pregnancy is blissful. I think you have put my fears into words I could never have written and given me the answer as to why I'm so nervous about trying for #2. Beautifully put!
Beautiful!
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