When I think of all that mothers have to go through in order to bring their children into the world, and then all that they have to sacrifice afte they’re born, I can’t help but be in awe. But my wife in particular has earned my amazement.
In the almost ten years that we’ve been married, I’ve been with my wife to a hospital in Colorado where she donated eggs to a couple that couldn’t conceive (technically this was before we were married), I’ve been with her through the comlicated process of stem-cell donation, which saved a young girl’s life (who is still living and in contact with my wife). I’ve seen her endure two emotional miscarriages before we were able to have our first child and the medical procedures required to fix what was wrong. I’ve seen her carry our three beautiful children through their pregnancy terms, and I’ve seen her fight when necessary to get the proper care. There have been many times that I’ve wondered how she does it all. I’m a man, and men are supposed to be strong and courageous. But my strength and my courage are nothing compared to my wife’s.
This most recent child delivery was particularly difficult. The baby just did not seem like she was going to come out on her own, so my wife went ahead and, reluctantly, scheduled to be induced. When that also did not work out, she was rushed into the OR for an emergency C-section. Things happened so fast that they forgot me in the hallway and I missed the actual delivery of our daughter. When I walked into that OR it was like walking into the fog of war. I don’t know how else to explain it. People were moving all over the place, several of them were standing over my wife who had been cut open and I was worried, to be quite honest, that something was terribly wrong and that she might not make it. I witnessed the C-section of our oldest son and nothing looked like this. She endured all of that for the sake of our daughter, and after the recovery period should looked at that same daughter as though she was the greatest treasure that could ever be obtained. The one who put her through all of that was now the one she cradled in her arms with so much love and affection.
This post isn’t all about childbirth, though that’s what prompted me to write it. No, my wife is more than a mommy, and she amazes me for more than her ability to endure pregnancy and childbirth. She’d give anything to anyone that’s in need, and I’ve seen her do it. She’s always got the right words to say in times that you really just need to hear something encouraging. She listens instead of always having to throw in advice (something I need to learn to do). She’s generous, loving, and always considers how someone will feel in any given situation. When I am cold, seeing things only in black and white, she reminds me of the reality that I’m not seeing. She hears me complain and never tries to fix me. She just helps to guide me. She’s all of the things I wish I could be and I know it’s why God put me with her as my partner.