Welcome to the first installment of Wonder Woman Wednesday!!
I am so excited to highlight all the amazing women in my life. There literally are so many of you!! You all balance work, life, sick parents, spouses, children, activities, house responsibilities…So. Much. Stuff. I have decided to start with the most natural place…my mom!! I’ve written about my mom before on here before, but I never run out of stuff to say!!
Mom and I were enjoying a “girls night” watching Chonda Pierce not too long ago. The place was packed and in the sea of estrogen were a few men sprinkled throughout the audience. Our row, being no different from the others, was packed elbow to elbow. Our row got a little more cozy when a woman, four people over from me, leaned in uncomfortably close and asked my mom, “Do you remember me?”
She gets this all the time.
“You delivered my son 44 years ago. I had a terrible labor, delivered the afterbirth first, but you took such good care of me. You were so kind and I’m just so thankful.” While trying to hide the confusion on my face, ‘Did she say the afterbirth came first? Whaa?’ I mustered up a gentle smile as this lady, practically laying in my lap while she was having a moment with my mom. Mom was gracious and thanked her for sharing her gratitude. Moments passed and I leaned over and said, “Mom. What in the world? Do you remember her?” She shook her head no. Honest to goodness though, she’s delivered probably hundreds if not thousands of babies of the tri-state. I leaned in a little closer and said, “Well, maybe you’d recognize her if you saw her vagina…” She laughed just as the lights dimmed.
My mom and I have always been friends. I’m positive that my filter was delivered with my placenta when she had me almost 38 years ago. I’ve always been able to say anything to her. She may not always agree with me. But the freedom was there.
Like I said before, mom is a nurse.
An amazing nurse.
She’s smarter than a lot of doctors I know.
She gets all the time people walking up to her recounting their birth experience and thanking her. Take note, having an extremely talented OB nurse as a mother is a blessing and a curse. Any time I had a question, I had a built in care provider. But also, her knowing every worse case scenario, she was never short on warnings and worries. This time almost 13 years ago I was about to embark on my first delivery of Mr. Max. He was a textbook perfect pregnancy. My delivery…not so much. After 3 days of labor the intensity was at an all time high, mom watched my monitor like a hawk. She did NOT like how his heart rate dipped dangerously low with each contraction. After my nurse telling me to push for the last time, Mom had enough. Now mind you, she may barely break 5 feet tall, but when she talks, people listen. She urged the staff to initiate an action plan.
Finally I was prepped for the OR and sure enough Max had the umbilical cord like a noose around his neck. He literally was hanging himself every time I was trying to push him out of my body. I have NO doubt that mom with her knowledge and her persistence, saved Max’s life. He was born a gray, limp and lifeless rag doll with a dangerously low Apgar. Again, springing into action, she called the people she knew would storm Heaven with prayers. Even if it was 4:30 am. You need those people in your life.
Not only is she an amazing nurse, but she’s a loyal friend, a force to be reckoned with, so generous, loving, she loves Jesus, a patient grandmother, smart, and an incredible cook.
She’s my best friend and will always be a Wonder Woman to me.
I see you.
God sees you too and He is so crazy about you.
You are one of His favorites.
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.