My son will turn 5 years old tomorrow, September 12th. I like to pretend sheer force of will and an iron cervix kept him baking until I gave him permission to be born the following morning.
I suffered from hypertension throughout my pregnancy and since my baby was past the 37 week gestation mark, my midwife wanted to kick start labor naturally with a membrane stripping on that fateful September 11, 2007 prenatal appointment.
It worked. Within minutes of arriving home, my contractions began.
There I was, at home eating tacos and weeping between contractions. I was weeping for two reasons: All I wanted to do was finish my tacos and second, I didn’t want to have a baby born on September 11th. When I posted as much on my online birth club board, I was ripped to shreds by the many women who were not only due that day, but were pretty sure they wouldn’t be giving birth any time soon. And just in case you didn’t know, hell hath no fury like a woman past her due date. You have no idea.
I was told stuff like, “You should BE so lucky to have a baby on this beautiful day of hope for America!” and “How COULD you say that?! September 11th is somebody’s birthday!” I knew September 11th was somebody’s birthday, it was my favorite Aunt Carol’s birthday! I also knew September 11th brought our nation together in hope and patriotism and changed the history and heart of America forever. Hell, September 11, 2001 was the very reason I decided to have my first son. Still, I didn’t want my son to be born on 9/11 and I guess the only thing wrong with that was saying as much out loud.
I understood and value the importance of this day as a proud and faithful American, but I wasn’t the only woman in the labor & delivery ward that September 11, 2007 fighting her labor. Two nurses, an anesthesiologist, and my midwife all said the same thing, “Ugh, what a long day of women fighting a 9/11 birthday!”
My son was born the following morning of September 12th on beautiful and safe American soil due to the bravery and dedication of our U.S. military. Blessed be those we lost that fateful September 11, 2001 and blessed be those who will be born safely into our brave nation today.
Obviously I had no control over the date of my child’s birthday and had he been born on September 11th we would have celebrated the blessing of his birth on this day of American patriotism. But yes, on that September 11, 2007, hormonal, laboring, and surprised by notion of giving birth early, it wasn’t what I wanted.
If you were pregnant and hormonal, would you have wanted a 9/11 birthday for your child? Find out what it was like for one mom, here.
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