Five Minute Friday: Remember

five minute friday

(Today I’m joining a group of beautiful writers who writer for five short minutes every friday on the same topic, sharing stories and life on topics created by the unflappable, amazing Lisa Jo Baker)

I’d spent the entire day working at the bank, with little to do, always staring at the clock, wishing it was time to go to my Doctor’s appointment.

And then your Dad and I met up at home and dashed off the the doctor for yet another non-stress test, sitting in a little closet of a room hooked up to monitors and watching the numbers on the screen go up and down, up and down.

They were high this time, so high, we asked the doctor to check on things and sure enough, you were ready to greet us. She was worried about your umbilical cord, so I was rushed to the hospital, no bag, no camera, all nerves and a few tears.

Everyone was in such a hurry and I was putting on my bravest face for them all.

mom and Noelle

The nurse who put in my IV missed, 5 times, stabbing me over and over in different spots. I tried my best to be gracious, but a repeated stabbing wasn’t exactly what I needed at that moment.

Then more needles, sedation and a rush into the delivery room. They cut an incision and tugged for a while until, even in my groggy drugged-up state I knew you were free of me.

But there was no cry, Your Dad and I looked at each other with worried, wondering eyes.  Why couldn’t we hear you?

He stood up to check and was yelled at by a nurse to sit down, they were trying to get you to breathe.  And then in one glorious moment, after what seemed like hours you cried for us and the rushed you away, apart from me for the first time.

I laid in the recovery room alone for an hour, thirsty for both water and my new family. 30324_507507430017_5851086_n

When I got back to the OB Floor I could see you in the window, naked and wiggly.  So many friends were there, excited for your Dad and I, but mostly about you.

They kept you behind that glass for a long time, far too long.  I got pissed, my mama bear coming out for the first time.

Then finally, hours later, we were reunited and I stared at you for weeks as we tried to learn each other, nursing, sleeping, snuggling and just gazing at those eyes we’d been waiting to see.

302118_524300840887_66769267_n And now in a flash, you’re a tall three year old, in size 6 clothes.  A tall, brown eyed beauty who’s never met a stranger.

And I love you, and we’re still learning each other.

And that Noelle is the story of the day we met, the day you were born.






  • Miriam Pauline

    How sweet to remember the first moments we meet our little one!. My eldest is ten and I get the same rush remembering her first moments as I did when it happened. Thanks for sharing your story. I enjoyed it.

  • Jessica Hoover

    Such beauty. I too am mother of a little girl and isn’t it the truth that everyday is a learning of each other? Thanks for sharing this story with Noelle and the rest of us. Beautiful to its core. Glad I came by today!

  • Meredith

    I love this: “thirsty for both water and my new family.”

    Gorgeous, Leanne! I had an emergency C-section and can definitely relate. For hours I labored without a drop of water (not even an ice chip!) before they finally pulled Henry from me. I was so incredibly thirsty for both water and son. I love your words today.

  • Caris Adel

    oh I love this. What a great story. How scary though.

  • Kristin Kraabel

    Beautiful. I may have cried, but every new life makes me tear up :)

  • Kel “the Kel” Penny

    And as they were sticking you five times Dad was out in the hallway calling and answering two cell phones because we had a grand total of five minutes between finding out that this was the day and the time they whisked your momma down the hall in a wheel chair.

  • Melissa

    Beautifully written – what a gift to Noelle. Now I’m sweetly remembering when I met my firstborn daughter, who will be thirteen in just a few short weeks. Our learning of each other has many twists and turns these days but our mother-daughter bond is a strong and beautiful thing.

  • Denise Oldham