A great one from that night.
My dear friend Martha Ruth Takano is a pioneer. She is always the first to pave the way. She was the first to visit Multnomah (the place where we met),the first to take Greek, the first to fall in love, the first to graduate, get married you get the idea.
Therefore it was no surprise when she drove the 174 miles to Portland from Seattle to announce she was pregnant. I wasn’t shocked but I was ECSTATIC, for many reasons knowing what incredible parents Chris and Missy would be but also so excited for the adventure they were beginning.
I also realized this was my first chance to be involved in a pregnancy and birth. Wanting to be a Nurse Midwife has evolved more from the theory of practice than the nitty gritty duties and responsibilities. I have found most people feel this way about pursuing jobs in the Medical field. You begin with these aspirations, I will be Podiatrist though you may never have touched a patient’s foot.
Chris, Missy and Caleb were my first feet. Not as a Nurse Midwife but as a dreamer. You see I am not a dreamer. I am a doer. I set goals, make lists and complete them. I actually am a dream killer. I am too practical to put stock in something even slightly unattainable. So this journey of school and risk has made me realize if you don’t dream you will not have a life full of miracles.
Getting to be a part of Caleb’s growth and development, seeing my beloved friend change and grow into a beautiful home for her child. Seeing Chris’ anticipation and love grow for this little man that he had never met were all miracles that have sustained my dream. So on March11, 2010 when I received a call, during an Anatomy and Physiology lab final….I knew that another miracle had begun.
At Missy’s belly blessing we had nailed down the plans for me to attend her birth (my first natural birth). We had made phone lists and texting trees. So I speeded through my final and then speeded to Seattle to make sure I was there when that miracle came out.
By the grace of God and Caleb’s timing everyone who planned to be there for Caleb’s birth made it and the room was full. Mom, Sarah, Mom-in-law, sister-in-law, grandma-in-law and husband in law. We were a crowd cheering on the most gracious glowing Mother in the history of birth. Missy walked, leaned, bathed and laughed that baby out. All the while minding her P’s and Q’s. I kid you not she was in mid contraction asking nurses to please stop touching her feet or please rub her back.
I will never forget being there and seeing my friend go through this process. She was so focused, so determined, so nurturing and so loving to a child who was causing her the greatest pain she had ever endured. She was in this moment expressing her identity as a Mother. She had been a Mom throughout her pregnancy caring for Caleb, eating well for him, building a home for him. But Missy had also been preparing to be a Mother throughout her life. In this room full of people was a family, a fortress and Missy had been given as his family. She had grown as an individual seeking to live a life full of grace, freedom and authenticity and in this example had been a Mother to many others. In that journey she met Chris a man striving for the same goals to live a life in light of great hope and joy. They had been Mother and Father long before they had baby.
I guess what I noticed in a new light is that we are made to do this. As clique as that might sound we are made to love and I believe as long as we a breathing breath we will never be shy on opportunities to do so. This in and of itself it part of my dream. To help bring children into this world to be loved. When Caleb finally arrived love was his welcome. Tears, laughter, and pain for his Mother, but love. This love was so contagious even one of the Nurses whose shift had ended stayed to see him born because she felt this strong love as well. He was perfect! That night was perfect. Watching Caleb’s birth, watching Missy’s delivery I had a peace that I haven’t had in years. This miracle will be in my mind everyday as I pursue my dreams.
I want to go to school and learn to be a Nurse so that in these moments I can be full of knowledge and confidence, but I want to go to school to be a midwife to learn how to impart that knowledge and confidence to women. I have known Missy for years and she is driven, smart and strong but being giving birth will humble even the strongest of people. I want to be there to encourage women in all aspects of their life that they have been given the ability to be and do anything they want to do.
Lastly, I ask anyone who reads this to give a standing ovation to any Mom, giving birth is no easy task and there is no reason or rhyme to is other than the love of their child. So when you see a Mom today or tomorrow thank them and pat them on the back and if appropriate stand and clap.