A 10-year-old’s Perspective on Birth

January 20, 2016 at 6:04 am

For home school, I try to have my kids write something in their journals several times each week. I let them pick what they want to write about, and they usually come up cool stuff. In the week after my baby was born, we mostly took a break from “school,” but we did have the kids write in their journals a few times. It was my 10-year-old’s idea to write about Hope’s birth. As soon as I found out what she was doing, I was eager to share her account on my blog. At first she didn’t want me to post it, feeling a little self-conscious. But I’m so glad she decided to let me go ahead. With her permission, I will transcribe her journal entry here:

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On the early morning of Christmas day my parents woke me up and told me that my mom was in labor and said if I wanted to come I had better get up and find something to bring. So I changed, got my water bottle, some snacks, and a magazine my parents gave me.

When we got in the car, I was shaking with nervousness. (I was worried for my mom.) When we got there, we went into a quiet birth room. There was a tub, a toilet, and a bed. I sat on the bed with my mom and dad as I read the magazine. After I finished the magazine, the midwives asked me to come outside for awhile. As I sat I wondered why I couldn’t be with my parents.

Soon my mom’s friend came out and started to talk to me. We talked about home schooling and t.v. shows we like. Soon she left and after a while my dad came out and told me why I had to wait outside and that my mom was going to get in the tub.

I waited, and soon one of the midwives came out and said I could come in and say hi to my mom. I rubbed her shoulders, and she said it really helped her stay calm through the contractions. I went back to the other room.

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Soon my mom started moaning louder. The midwives said that my mom wanted me, so I went in and based on the looks of her I could that my baby sister would be here very soon. I told my dad that I couldn’t see my mom in such pain. I left the room and said a prayer for her.

When I heard Hope’s quiet wimper, I instantly got up and ran in, and in her arms was my beautiful baby sister Hope.

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My dear, sweet girl. Her first impulse (after seeing me in the throes of the hardest contractions) was to say a prayer for me! Finding out about that just about made my heart burst with love and gratitude and pride. I remember that as we moved from the bathroom to the bedroom after the delivery, I turned and saw my husband and 10-year-old following behind me. Noticing that my daughter was crying, I asked, “Are you OK?” In response, she smiled through her tears and said, “Yes, I’m just so happy!”

She is such a tender, compassionate, sensitive soul, and I feel so honored to be her mom.

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