It’s Mini Me’s birthday today.
I can remember the day I discovered I was pregnant – just six weeks after her Dad and I decided to start a family. On that day I rushed into the bathroom with my kit as soon I got home from work while a bewildered Dad-To-Be waited outside completely unaware of the announcement that was about to be made to him minutes later.
I remember the day we decided on her name. We liked Robyn but decided on Terri. We always had “May” because it’s my mother’s middle name. When we said her full name we liked the way “Terri-May” sounded together (albeit a little “Southern” – Deep South not South London folks!) and decided to make her name double barrelled.
I remember going into hospital with the first signs of labour. I was convinced I was a lot – and I mean four times – further along than what I actually was! This, to my horror, meant that whatever pain I was currently feeling was nothing compared to what was coming. Oh dear.
I remember the gas, the Pethidine and the epidural – which, I have to say, all felt perfectly natural to me! Then the labour really kicked in and I mean REALLY kicked in. I was informed by the midwife that no more epidural would be administered as it was necessary for me to feel the contractions to know when to push. Oh realllllllly now? WHY would you wait until I’m literally in no position to challenge you before stating this unwelcomed piece of information? Pure evil right there!
I remember my beautiful Mother praying fervently at the end of the bed as she watched her only child writhe in mind altering pain (no I am NOT being at all dramatic …) with an expression on her face that transmitted to me “My darling if I could bear this for you I would”.
I remember my sweet Mother-in-Law patiently coaching me on how to breathe (with six children of her own she was more than qualified in this department).
Oh yeah … and I vaguely remember Dad-To-Be’s overuse (bless his heart) of the word “Puuush!”
After an eternity had passed and started all over again, I remember in my delirium concerned looks being exchanged by the young midwives, then a doctor being consulted and then being rushed into theatre.
Then not long after, I remember the moment – the very instant (some 24 hours after entering the hospital I might add) that we were told “It’s a girl!” and saying to Brand-New-Dad, “We have Terri-May!”
And finally, I remember as if it were this morning, the moment My Beating Heart was carefully placed into my arms. Up until this point I had no idea that God had buried deep inside me a secret trust fund of love that would only be released when THIS child was born. I was overwhelmed then and I am overwhelmed now – 20 years later. I am in awe that God intentionally designed it that I should carry, deliver and be blessed beyond reason to guard and watch our baby grow into the most amazingly beautiful, sensitive, ambition, creative, hardworking and generous woman that I lovingly refer to on here as Mini Me.
Is there a day in your life that you will never, ever forget? I would love to hear about it.