Dear L&D Nurse,
I know you don't remember me and I can't imagine how many births you have bore witness to, but in writing this letter, I hope you understand the impact you had on me. I don't know your name and I only have one picture of you. I want to say thank you.
Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for listening to me. Thank you for advocating for me. Thank you for the countless hours of hip squeezes and counter pressure you provided. I know there were a million other things you could have been doing. Thank you for putting my hair up and keeping my washcloth cool. Thank you. Thank you for keeping unwanted guests out. Thank you for telling me I was doing great. Had you not been there, I don't want to picture what my first birth experience would have looked like. Here is why I'm thankful...
It was the very early morning of November 23, 2010, 5 am, in Burlington, Vermont. My partner was sleeping and I woke up to terrible cramps. As a first time mom, I was nervous. What first time mom isn't? I went out to our blue recliner chair and rocked with my daughter and our VERY fat Maine Coon cat, Mama. I just talked to my baby and listened to my cat's loud purr. It's like she knew I was in labor and needed to comfort me. After a while, my partner woke up (I asked him to take this picture) and I smiled, "it's baby time! We get to meet our little miss Ayanah Violet soon."