Day 8 – Discuss a moment when you felt the most satisfied in your life.
When I read the topic for this post, I thought … how am I going to talk about being satisfied? This could be a very “iffy” subject. Hmmm. How do I bridge this topic and still stay “respectful”? Answering a question/topic about being satisfied and keeping it so my parents can still read this post. How do I do that? When people read the word “satisfied” they normally think of one of two things. Food or sex. Feeding an appetite. And trust me, there is a time and a place for both. But this post, is not that place. Not this time. So I think it’s time to change that perception of what is to be satisfied.
Let’s start with the definition of satisfaction …
According to the Cambridge Dictionary’s website, satisfaction is defined as “the pleasant feeling you get when you receive something you wanted, or when you have done or are doing something you wanted to do”. So a person can feel satisfied and receive satisfaction in any way. When you get something you want or do something that you’ve wanted, and feel really great about it … that is satisfaction. That is feeling satisfied.
So given this definition … when in my life have I felt the most satisfied? When have I achieved something that I really wanted and felt so amazing about it afterwards? Well, I can think of one big one …
When have I felt the most satisfied?
The answer to that is plain and simple. When Emily was born.
You might be wondering, why was this so satisfying? Why did this moment in time bring you so much satisfaction? Well, let me enlighten you …
Here’s the whole story …
I waited for 41 weeks and 1 day for Emily to be born. I was very lucky to have such an amazing pregnancy. As my mother said, I had a text book pregnancy. I was “nauseous” for my first trimester. I think I was only actually, physically sick once; and that’s because I gagged once while I was brushing my teeth. I had mild cravings; Mexican food and popcorn. Nothing too crazy. My sense of smell was heightened BIG TIME. But there weren’t too many foods that I couldn’t be around.
I had some interesting side effects of being pregnant. When I developed carpal tunnel I was taken aback a little. I had to wear braces on both wrists every so often. My back felt a lot of the pregnancy symptoms in the end. It got to a point in the end of my pregnancy that I couldn’t even drive more than 15 minutes without my back bothering me.
My “intuition” kicked in right away when I was pregnant. From my first trimester, I thought that Emily was going to be Emily instead of Ethan (the name we picked if we had found out that Emily was going to be a boy). My husband wanted a little boy. I can’t blame him. He’s a fisherman and a hunter. He wanted a mini-Will. Deep down, I knew that Emily was a girl … always. Then on our 19 week ultrasound, we found out the good news. Emily was Emily. I couldn’t believe it. Will was happy … all he really wanted was a healthy baby. Boy or girl.
Nothing left to do but wait …
Waiting the remainder of my pregnancy was torture. We moved and had so much going on. All the while, I kept nurturing this beautiful little soul inside of my belly. Every time she moved or gave me heartburn, I couldn’t help but love her more. I couldn’t wait until she was here and with us.
Then my due date came and went. I was super anxious. Going into my “past the due date” doctor’s appointment, I needed some answers. I needed to know when she was going to be here. My doctor checked me and I wasn’t dilated enough. I took my no-stress test and found out that I was having minor contractions. We schedule my inducement for the next day. I went home that night and waited.
Let’s get this party started …
On December 18th, I went to the hospital. I was admitted. They found out that I was leaking amniotic fluid. [I had gone to the hospital twice because I thought my water had broken, but was told that it hadn’t.] I was induced right then in there. Try having your contractions go from 0 to 100. It was not fun. I fought having an epidural. My sister, mother, and husband all told me to get one. I didn’t want to. I wanted to do this as long as possible. But, it was difficult. The nurse came in and saw how physically exhausted I was. She told me to get it. It would help.
I got the epidural. With an epidural, you need a catheter. Now some people when they have a catheter are fine … while some feel like constantly have pee. I was the latter. [My best friend had warned me about that … it happened to her.] I didn’t know how bad it was going to be. Emily was right on my bladder and I constantly had the urge to pee. The nurse was telling me that I was … and that was fine … but it didn’t help me. I went from having severe contractions to this irritating pain. I was able to sleep here and there. Having the nurses coming in every half hour and waking me sucked … but it was necessary.
After hours of contractions at home and then hours in the hospital, the doctors decided that I was dilating fast enough and Emily was being lazy. Hey, the girl was comfortable. You can’t blame her for that. Her heart rate was fine, but she just wasn’t helping Mommy along. So, after being in the hospital for over 18 hours it was time for action. My c-section was scheduled.
From delivery room to operating room …
All of the build-up was coming to an end. All of the anticipation and work was finally going to pay off. Most people would feel nervous in the moments of being taken in to the operating room. I wasn’t. I couldn’t wait for the feeling of needing to urinate to end and for my baby girl to FINALLY be here.
At 12:55pm on December 19, 2014, my life changed forever. The most satisfying moment of my entire life happened. She was here. I heard her cry before I saw her. And then the doctor handed her to the nurse, and I saw her. My beautiful girl. My Emily. She was in the world with us. And she was perfect. I cried at the pure joy that I felt. Okay, I bawled like a baby until I was bleary eyed.
After Emily got cleaned and I got “put back together”, I was wheeled back into my delivery room. The nurse put Emily in my arms and we took the ride together. I was able to soothe her as she cried. Finally being able to stare into her adorable little face was a thrill like I have never felt before. I couldn’t do too much else, but it was wonderful. I had never felt so satisfied in my whole life.
This is my pregnancy and the birth of my daughter in a nutshell. You might still be asking, why was this the most satisfying moment in your life? Before I answer that, I have a question for you. Have you ever wanted something so badly and then been forced to wait months until you could have it? Well, I have. Being pregnant, I waited for months for my baby to be here. To finally have her here, it was the single most satisfying moment of my life. There is no other feeling like it.