Three years ago today, I gave birth to my son Liam. Just writing that, I can’t even believe how much time has gone by. I remember feeling so ready for him to come out to meet the world. Now I can’t even call him, “Chulo” or “Babe” because he corrects me stating, “I am not Chulo, I am Liam Rivera.” A person of his own now and I can’t take it, stop growing! ☺️
I will never forget the day Liam blessed us with his presence. The night before Liam’s big day I went for a walk with my husband to get through the contractions – these had been going on for a week now. I remember feeling exhausted when we made it back to the house knowing when I laid down I was done for the day. Sure enough, after laying down all of 10 minutes I felt that, uh ooh – It’s time! As an experienced mama the first thing I did was take myself straight to the bathroom. Usually this is the moment you try to convince yourself maybe I just need to “go” but surely deep down you know that’s -not entirely- the case. After several bolts of lighting through my body I was convinced we needed to go to the hospital. This was strange. On our way to the hospital I had flash backs of the night I went into labor with my daughter and remembered I was able to sit in the car with manageable pain. This was different. I didn’t even get a chance to work my way up with these contractions. They were hitting me back to back, no rest time. I chalked it up to the food I ate prior and endured. Once we got to the hospital I wanted to stand up and walk around like I had with Aaliyah. I thought it would all be potentially a similar delivery but I was completely wrong. I remember the nurse telling my husband and I there was no time and I was put straight into the hot seat. Sweet baby Jesus! The contractions were insane, and I could not continue without some kind of medication. As a typical mama bear, I looked over to my husband and asked if he’d be upset with me doing an epidural. This was so not me to ask permission from him but I just couldn’t believe I needed one and deep down probably wanted him to say no lol. I remember him saying to the nurse, “What do you guys have back there?, bring her everything.” Looking back we always laugh at that. Once I received the epidural, of course it didn’t want to work and I felt half my body getting hit with bolts of lightening while the other half was numb – why?? -skipping ahead, eventually, I was all kinds of relaxed and thankful I did it. A little after I started pushing, Liam ended up stuck! I was panicking!! It took a bit but the doctor finally got him out and I felt immediate relief, until I realized I was not handed my son like the nurse explained he would be after delivery. The doctor was yelling at the nurses demanding them to hustle she needed something now! I looked over to my husband and remember his face was white. I was severely hemorrhaging and Liam wasn’t breathing. It all happened so fast I couldn’t even formulate an understanding when the doctor took a syringe and slammed it right into my leg, another into my female parts and the third, well I don’t even think it’s worth mentioning… By this point I just wanted my son in my arms as I watched the nurse pump air into his mouth to fill his lungs with air, “come on baby breath I shouted in my head!” What felt like hours was only minutes as everyone finally calmed down and the doctor explained what happened.
Just like that the doctor and the nurses started cleared out. I remember looking over to my husband and he was completely passed out in the chair – Men. I was finally holding my son. I remember as I glanced down at Liam I pulled him so close to me asking him why he had to be such a difficult child not even an hour into introducing himself to the world. As though nothing had happened, the first thing he wanted was boob! I mean after all that and he was worried about boob! Unbelievable – who could eat at a time like this. 🙂 some things never change though, Liam wakes up uttering the words, “cereal, please mommy?” That is not an exaggeration I promise you lol!
3 years later and I wouldn’t take a thing about this day back. My son and I made it through together. I can’t imagine where we would be today if it weren’t for those nurses at Griffin Hospital, or my doctor for thinking so fast and saving both our lives. So Today I don’t just celebrate Liam’s birthday I celebrate life! I know that was you God, and I thank you eveyday! Happy birthday hijo mío you truly are a blessing. Excuse me, Liam Rivera ☺️