It’s Mother’s Day 2018. I started to shift from free wheeling fly by the seat of my pants single college chick to settling down, meal prepping, thrift shopping for cute Gymboree outfits cool stepmom after I met my then-boyfriend, now-husband’s three year old daughter, Marlee. I was still smoking my Camel lights back then, too and I kicked the habit for her sake because she was allergic to the cigarette smoke. My life changed a lot for the better and I didn’t even have the 9 months to transition into being a mom, but I did have breaks once in awhile when she went back to her mom for a few days a week. Then, I got to feel like a young adult, again and had the luxury to be immature and not have to play grown up quite so much. We still had fun, though. We bought a cute Scotty Serro camper and went on camping trips. We went to NYC and climbed to the crown of the Statue of Liberty. Marlee cried the whole way up so we took the elevator down. Those steps were steep! Eventually, we married and after a year of marriage, I became pregnant. I have always been superhealthy and superstrong, so I planned on doing a homebirth, but only after I proved to myself that I could have one smooth and healthy pregnancy while under a doctor’s medical care. I’m very lucky I decided to do a hospital birth first, because I am the only one in my family who has very sick pregnancies and my first pregnancy almost killed me and I would have died if I wasn’t in a hospital. I had HELLP Syndrome and had to undergo an emergency c-section 3 weeks before my due date. It all happened so fast, one second I thought I was having extremely painful gas pains, the next minute, I was laying under a gas mask on an operating table and counting backwards from 10, waking up in major pain, coughing mildly and crying from the pain the coughing brought to my abdomen. I was wheeled into my recovery room, to the sight of my husband holding my beautiful son. I was on magnesium sulfate and morphine for the next few days, so they were a blur, but I knew then that my life was forever changed for the better. After, that first pregnancy (puking the whole time) and horribly scary birth experience, I decided to wait awhile and I let my body heal before I decided whether to try again. The doctors told me that I had a 50% chance of having HELLP Syndrome again with my next pregnancy which really frightened me, even though I always wanted a few children. So, a few years passed before we became pregnant again with my next baby. Almost 6 years to the day of my first baby’s delivery, I had another emergency c-section, this time only 2 weeks before my baby’s due date. I felt the familiar pangs of what I now know aren’t gas pains, but liver pains (my liver had swollen with my first pregnancy where it was minutes from rupturing). I called the hospital and they told me because of my history of HELLP Syndrome that I should come in and get checked out. This time, I had classic pre-eclampsia. I personally believe that I was starting to go into HELLP Syndrome again, but we caught it early so it didn’t progress into full blown HELLP this time. But I still had the high liver enzymes and they wouldn’t let me eat for 24 hours after my c-section, because of the magnesium sulfate. But because I wasn’t in a “she’s going to die within minutes, if we don’t deliver” kind of emergency with this baby, I was able to be awake while they did an epidural emergency c-section. That was nice, because I got to see my baby before they stitched me back up. It certainly wasn’t as traumatic as my first baby’s birth and it gave me the courage to try for one more baby. I was 35 and I knew that my clock was ticking especially with my already being high risk due to my past birth experiences. So, 2 years later, I became pregnant again. I decided to wait until I gave birth to determine the gender of this baby. It was going to be my last baby and my last chance at the big surprise. My hubby had a vasectomy 2 weeks before our due date, so it was official that our shop was closed. Once again, as usual, pregnancy sucked. I puked the whole way through, with small pockets of non-nausea throughout, but this last pregnancy was easier to manage because the doctor’s gifted me with Zofran to help relieve the nausea. About 4 months into the pregnancy, my blood pressure shot to about 200/150. I thought my home blood pressure monitor was broken, so I waited for my hubby to come home from work and checked his blood pressure and it was normal. I checked mine again, still high. So, we took a trip to the ER where they put me on an i.v. of blood pressure meds (Labatalol) to bring down my high blood pressure. Then sent me home with a prescription of it to manage my blood pressure at home. I guess, this was considered pregnancy hypertension since it was too early to be considered preelampsia and way too early to deliver. After a couple of months on Labatalol, my doctor wanted to try discontinuing it and see if my blood pressure would stay low. And my blood pressure stayed low the rest of my pregnancy. We had one other short scare when they saw a brain cyst on the baby’s ultrasounds, but after a month or two of follow up scans, the cyst disappeared on it’s own and they gave the baby a clean bill of health. I made it to the scheduled c-section with no preeclampsia this time. The only hiccup was that I had a few sips of iced tea (because I was thirsty and my c-section was scheduled for 11:00 am). They made me wait until 1:00 pm because they were worried about my aspirating during the c-section. Which, could’ve happened because I did get sick in the OR, for some reason, I could feel the change in my hormones like as soon as they opened me and I felt really weird and got sick. But the sickness was small compared to the joy I felt when the doctor said “Dad, do you want to tell mom what the baby is?” My hubby said “it’s a girl?” I was convinced from all the ultrasounds and the doctors calling my baby a “he” during my whole pregnancy that I was having a boy, so I had convinced my hubby of that, too, so he was confused when he saw girl parts. The doctor laughed and confirmed “yes, you have a beautiful baby girl!” I was so ecstatic!! My family was complete. And I felt good considering I had just had my first delivery without magnesium sulfate. So, I did a short stay in the hospital and requested to come home earlier than they recommended and they agreed. Looking back, I should’ve taken that last day to rest at the hospital, but I was ready to get back to my kids. So, now my kids are older. My stepdaughter is 20, in college and doing well. My HELLP syndrome baby is 14 and very confident and happy. My next boy is 8 and loves technology and animals. My baby girl is 6 and is definitely the baby girl in the family, feisty and strong from growing up with big brothers.
I’ve been on a few adventures since I’ve had my babies, but I’m not sure if my adventurous spirit has returned all the way. It may need more nurturing. Before children, I was in the Navy and lived in Orlando, San Diego, and Washington D.C. After the Navy, I traveled around the country, and did the classic Jack Kerouac “On the Road” trip across the US, from PA to San Francisco, CA. I listened to the Grateful Dead’s Estimated Prophet and sang “California!” as we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge. I spent a nice chunk of time in San Francisco, and traveled up highway 101 and visited each of those cute towns all the way up to a short stay in Cougar Hot Springs in Oregon. I moved up to Portland, then found my way back down to Sacramento, by way of hitchhiking with a new friend named Blue. It was quite an experience. Then, I caught a Greyhound and traveled back to PA. I did a similar trip a few years later, but taking the southern route and stopping to visit my friend, Angie, in Oklahoma, which included experiencing my first real tornado. We traveled through Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and landed in San Diego. Then traveled back through Nevada and all those fun states in between. After all those adventures, I decided to get my degree and settle down a bit. So, the big cross country trips took a back seat while I worked on goal achievements. It was in this time, that I got married, had babies, and bought a few homes and cars and made a life with roots. When my baby girl was 2, I felt ready to do some world travel. So, I joined my church on a trip to Germany. I fell in love with Europe and can’t wait to see it again!!! The following year, I took a trip to Tibet and China. I didn’t exactly fall in love with it, like I had with Germany, but I did have a big taste of a different culture and loved the experience. I even joined the Tibetans in their sunset dance circle around the town center. I love travel. I love experiencing culture. It’s like breathing fresh air and expanding my view of the world and giving me a new perspective. It’s like reading a new book that I get to experience first hand.
And so, with this Mother’s Day, I’m gifting myself permission to experience adventure again. I give myself permission to bring my children on the adventures. I give myself permission to to put my doubts and fears on the shelf and to embrace fully the adventure that runs through my veins. I give myself permission to pass on to the next generation the joy of experiencing life to the fullest. I give myself permission to say “Yes!” to life.