Monday, June 24, 2013
Child Bearing Hips...
I know I'm a 'curvaceous' lady. That's a nice way of saying... I've got hips.
Sure, I'm no Kim Kardashian - I'm only 130 pounds, but most of those pounds reside sound of my navel.
I've always been bothered by my body shape. I can't wear 'boyfriend' jeans or pencil skirts. My body was made for 1950's style and I was born 50 years too late.
I just gave birth to our second son two weeks ago. Two weeks before that, my doctor did a regular OB exam and said, 'You will have a very easy birth. Your body was made to have babies.'
'Are you trying to say I have 'child bearing hips'?' I asked.
Baby Declan was out in 2 pushes.
He was born in less than 60 seconds.
My doctor patted my leg and said, "What did I tell you!? You were created to have babies!!"
I have hated my body my whole life. Hated everything about it. But when, for the second time, you are able to have a worry free pregnancy and storybook delivery... I find myself grateful that God didn't create this body for the runway.
He made the two most important days of my life, the most wonderful moments. These tractor trailer hips, for once, were good for something, the very, very best thing. Bringing life into the world.
Cheers to the tractor trailers. Cheers to the pear shapes. Somehow you made up for 33 years of hating you in two very special moments.
Welcome to the world Declan James.
So very glad to meet you...
in 60 seconds.