Back to breathing again

When I was pregnant with twins, I was told by other people, not my doctor, that this would be a high risk pregnancy. But my doctor told me, "When we have something to worry about, we'll worry about it." And we rocked out a fabulous healthy pregnancy.

I guess going through it and watching someone else go through it are two different things. And last year, when my friend lost her baby. Watching her go through that hurt. She also had some complications in the aftermath of it all. I don't even know what the complications were. We fear the unknown, and I know nothing about science and biology. So when she tried to explain to me that something didn't go right, I lost her at placenta. But remember the part about how she lost a lot of blood.

You'd think I'd get it by now, but really, I don't. Ricardo had to explain to me what was happening to me when I was pregnant. And when I watched that movie in the birthing class, that was the first I'd ever heard of after birth or delivering the placenta. SAY WHAT!? I embarassed Ricardo by whispering just a little too loudly in the class, "I have to deliver something AFTER I deliver TWO BABIES? WHAT!?"

So, when my girl JulzHOLLA! Got pregnant again, this time for keeps, no whammies, somewhere in the back of my mind, I feared for her. I even had the audacity to accompany her to one of her check ups (no stirrups, don't worry, I'm not THAT clingy) and was actually comforted by her doctor who answered all of my questions. Still, I held my breath and silently asked myself the what if's.

Until today. Today, I watched her beautiful kids (eager little angels awaiting the arrival of their sister), and still silently worried all day. I wanted the baby to be here too, but more than the call that she was born, I just wanted to know that Momma was okay. And that she still had plenty of blood.Tonight, when I walked in and watched the girls in complete awe of their baby sister, I had just a second to see my friend healthy. She's okay. Better than okay, she was beautiful and healthy and happy in the purest form, with her family.

I felt a little invasive on their family moment. But am so grateful for the opportunity to know, to see for myself, that she was okay.To hug my friend. And meet the most beautiful baby too!

So, welcome Baby Margaret! And thank you for taking good care of my friend! Us moms are special to each other like that.

(It figures I can make someone ELSES pregnancy and baby about me.)

That's how I roll.