My favorite memory

This is day 17 of this challenge and today is my favorite memory. Well I do not have just one, I am 52 years old and have many wonderful memories and many bad memories. But I want focus on a few good memories. The birth of my three children are three of my all time favorite memories.

Sarah is my oldest and was born on Easter Sunday. My water had broken the night before but I was in labor for almost 24 hours before she made her appearance. She was beautiful and even though the doctor used forceps to pull her out there were no marks on her from it. She weighed 10 lbs, 12 oz and my doctor said if he knew she was that big then he would have done a C-section so I was thankful he did not know.

Melissa was born in November almost a month before Christmas. I had an appointment in the morning and my doctor did a physical exam and said go home and walk for awhile and come back in the afternoon. It worked and my labor was only about 7 hours with her and after the doctor delivered her and she was holding her, Melissa peed all over the doctor. I say she christened her birth. She was 9 ilbs 12 oz.

Timothy was born in May and I was in labor all day long but they would not believe that I was in hard labor when I was. I had back labor with all three births and contractions could not be measured correctly with an external monitor. So around midnight I was sent home even though I begged them to not send me home. So an hour and a half later my water broke and was ready to push. We were on an Air Force bast about 2 min from the hosp so the ambulance got there in time to deliver him at home. Timothy weighed 9 lbs, 5 oz.

There are so many other memories I could write about, be it the birth of my grandson or when he died. When I met my husband, our wedding day. Walking down the aisle seeing him waiting for me. Memories, good and bad are those things that can be triggered by a smell or sound. A song or a person. There are times I can go back and be in the emotion of the memory, good or bad. A bad memory can at times just be that but then there are times I am in it and feeling the fear of what I am experiencing at that time. I am thankful for all my memories, they have helped shape who I am. Given me my sense of humor, my compassion, and other parts of me, good and bad.