I can remember my daily treks up the hill. The sun beating down on me. My cheeks rosy red as sweat dripped down my furrowed brow. I would pedal up that hill with all my might.
Half way up, my legs would start to burn, and I would get short of breath. But still, I would pedal, because I was fully aware of the thrill that waited for me at the top. And by the time I reached my destination, the top of the hill, my legs would tingle, and my back would ache.
And using what little strength I had left, I would proceed effortlessly down that hill. My heart racing with excitement and the cool breeze dancing across my face, I felt as if I were flying. When I made it to the bottom, I was always so overcome with joy, that I would completely forget how daunting and exhausting the ride up was.
The ultrasounds, the cysts, and the sleepless nights were all a part of my uphill ride. The doctors, the disappointments, and the worries were all a part of my uphill ride.
December 16th, 2012, the day Ceci was born, was the thrilling ride down.
When I woke up that morning, I immediately knew I was having contractions, so I did what any rational pregnant woman does, and I ate a box of mint Oreos. I knew all too well, that after having a c-section, it would be a good twelve or more hours before I would be able to eat again. Why not indulge?
After devouring the box of Oreos, we drove to the hospital.
As I waited to be taken back to the OR, I could hear the nurses in the hallway, directly outside of my room, mentioning "CPCs" (cysts,) and I knew they were talking about my baby. Flooded once again with fears and worries, I did my best to stay positive, to stay focused, and to keep pedaling.
At 12:16 pm, on 12/16/12, my Ceci was born. Anxiously, I waited to hear her cry, and when I heard her cry fill up that over-sized, cold OR, my heart was filled with warmth.
I looked at Brent and whispered imploringly, "T18?"
"No," he said, "She's fine. She's beautiful."
The anesthesiologist untied my hands as the nurse walked her over to me.
And the moment I saw her: her precious face, her head full of fuzzy red hair, her soft baby skin, I was on my way down that massive hill.
And as I touched her little hand, I could feel that cool breeze dancing across my face.
And when I kissed her sweet face, I was so overcome with joy, I completely forgot how daunting and exhausting the ride up really was.