The call for you to send us yours Stories of mothers It is being a success. We are delighted with the stories we are receiving and how generously you share with other fathers and mothers through our pages. Each one reflects how each woman lives her motherhood.
All the stories are very cute and emotional like the one about Natalie, who tells us what his days are like since his little flower Sara a beautiful May day came into your life.
You were born in May and that's why I like to call you little flower. Thursday before you were born was the last revision, they took away the rest I was doing for two months, we were 37 weeks pregnant and you could come safely to the world. That Saturday was the festival of San Isidro here in Yecla, your father said several times to everyone who wanted to hear “My girl will be born on Monday” and was right, you were born on Monday, May 18, 2009. It started just at 12 the night, when I got into bed I broke waters. They were not clear and although I had no contractions (curious that I had two months having them almost daily and when I should have them they did not appear) we went to the hospital. They put me on monitors and as I continued without contractions after an hour or so they took me to the floor, they told me to sleep if I could and at eight in the morning if I had not started the delivery naturally they would provoke me. They gave me prostaglandins to induce labor, and they put me back on monitors to see what they were doing. About ten o'clock in the morning my gynecologist recognized me again. He explained to me that they would go back to the room so that I would dilate with tranquility, that at twelve they would lower me to see how I was going and surely put on oxytocin, he told me that the delivery was going to be hard and very long but that they were there so that Sara I was born healthy and strong. It gave me a lot of confidence. I think that and taking me to the room with Dad was what made his words not fulfilled. At a quarter to one you were already on top of my chest looking at me with those big eyes of yours, then gray, as if surprised to have come into the world so quickly. The postpartum was complicated, the rise in milk took 15 days, in the middle you dehydrated me, and we had to take you to the hospital every two days to make sure you were well. From our environment, we did not understand our determination to give you a tit, the effort with the breast pump, to give you the formula milk with a syringe so that you would not get used to a teat ... Luck that your father and I had no doubts, of the support of pediatricians and of the hospital lactation consultation. I am very grateful to have gone through that situation, because I feel that with all these difficulties we learned to be a family. It's going to be a year since you came home, and I try to learn to be a better mother for you every day. You wake up and your blue eyes look for me around, "good morning princess" and you throw that half-sleeping smile that wakes me up more than the morning coffee. I dress you, I give you your porridge, we go for a walk or to buy or pick up the house while you play, we eat, the shared nap, the snack, the afternoon walk with Leo (our dog), the bathroom, dinner and sleep. Another day, another night that I marvel at how quickly time passes by your side, how fast you grow. At dawn you will wake up and drink tetita and we will go back to sleep cuddling until the morning comes back, so that we continue to learn to love and grow together, it blooms.
I feel completely identified with Natalia's words. All moms spend their days too soon when we share them with our babies. The key is to fully enjoy every moment.
After this beautiful story, and remembering that there is very little left for Mother's Day, we encourage you to send us your stories of between 5 and 8 paragraphs along with a picture of the mother and her son or children (a minimum of 500 pix wide) to [email protected].
