Hello. My name is Charity. I am a designer (chartreuseinc.com), a blogger (iheartcleveland.com) a best friend, partner, daughter, sister, cyclist, adventurer and, as of late, I am a new Mom to our little “Baby Ninja.” I’ve been back and forth on when and what and even how I’d write and share about my little guy’s birth story. How could I possibly put into words all of the varying emotions I’ve felt over the past year? And honestly, how to get it out without sitting in a puddle of tears. But here I am, tissues at the ready, and here goes nothing.
Seth Godin once said, “If it scares you, it might be a good thing to try.” To be honest, I have always been so afraid of the idea of being pregnant or actually giving birth so much that it had paralyzed me. Giving up control over my body, my mind, (Yes, “pregnancy brain” exists!) my daily activities and my future plans scared the beejeezus out of me. Then, last year happened and I realized turning forty was coming up in the next two years and if I had even the tiniest desire to try for a bambino we probably should give it a shot…and so we did. And the rest is history. And boy, was I SCARED.
I was very lucky that, overall, it was a pretty easy pregnancy. I had the gestational diabetes scare but I was cleared and all was well. At about month seven I started swelling up like a balloon and became very uncomfortable. My size 7.5 feet were now squeezing into size 9s, with flip flops as my only option. I could barely walk as waddling was more my speed. Exercise was off the table while I longed for a hard spin class or a hot yoga sweat fest. At a certain point, just making it through daily activities made me pretty elated. I became so uncomfortable that I was hoping the little man would make an early appearance, and I think everyone else thought so too. So I kept going to my weekly check-ups and with each time nothing, nada, no movement, no “Ninja.” We kept waiting…and I was SCARED.
We ate spicy foods, went on long bumpy drives in the car, had eggplant, drank rose hip tea and yes, tried a few other “unmentionables.” We tried everything, but nothing seemed to do the trick.