This is a special memory from my own childhood.
I think by about 5th grade I had decided that I wanted to become a nun. It wasn’t that I had any great calling from God. It was because of my mother. For as far back as I can remember I heard stories of the pain and suffering she had gone through in childbirth. Both my birth and my sister’s had caused her to be in labor for 4 or 5 days. She’d had terrible reactions to the drugs and she had almost bled to death.
I have always hated pain so there was no way I was ever going to have a baby.
The problem then was I wanted to have children. I loved playing with little kids so I came up with a plan. I would become a nun, one of the orders that ran orphanages! Then I could work there and have all the kids without any of the pain. I was in 8th grade when I decided I didn’t really want to be a nun. Maybe I could just adopt!
When the time finally came, childbirth was a piece of cake. My mother wasn’t amused. I was in the hospital for 50 minutes before my amazing daughter was born, part of that was waiting for the doctor to get to the hospital! I had natural childbirth and it was wonderful experience. I remember every moment of it, especially today. Today is her birthday.
Happy Birthday Jenna!