I'm Blessed To Be A Mother

I am very blessed to proclaim that I am officially a mother. On Sunday, October 29^th, 2017 at 2:53 pm I gave birth to a 7 pound and 11-ounce baby boy that my husband and I named Eli Alan Hurd. I was 40 weeks and two days pregnant. On his birthday cried so many tears of joy that day that my eyes were super puffy. It took me an hour to push him out and just seconds to realize that my life had changed for the better.

Once I pushed my last push I cried out Jesus’s name. I thanked Jesus for comforting, helping, and leading me through it all. I was nervous, but never not once doubted myself while giving birth. My husband held my head for me as I pushed with everything within me. He motivated me to keep pushing, literally.

I had two amazing nurses that not only cheered me on with my doctor but helped me through my labor process in sooo many ways! I spoke over myself during labor. 

I kept saying, “God, got us.”

“I gotta keep pushing.”

“You can’t get tired Lynn.”

“You better push and push with everything you got.”

I had a vaginal delivery and I did get an epidural to help me cope with the labor pains too. It was all such an amazing experience that gave me so much more purpose in life. I’m no longer just living as a wife, daughter, sister, cousin, or even friend. I am living in this life as a mother. I honestly never would have thought that I would embrace motherhood with such ease and with open arms, however, I did.

There was always a part of me that was traumatized, so much from growing up poor. In that part of me, I was afraid that if I didn’t quote-unquote have the majority of my life together before I had a child then I wouldn’t be efficient enough to provide an amazing life for my child. 

Some folks look at the fact that I haven’t graduated or even on the verge of finishing college and obtain a degree at this point in my life is a failure. They look at the fact that I still don’t have a car yet as being a low-key failure. They look at my life and wonder how I do it and been doing it without any handouts.

I know what is like to grow up on government assistance and to survive month to month from a social security check. On top of all that, I understand how rough it is to have family members who don’t truly give a damn about your well-being. I learned young that blood damn sure on many occasions is not thicker than water.

I understand what it is like to go to bed many nights hungry and to draw vivid pictures with broken crayons of food that I would love to eat. Those pictures stayed on the construction sheets of paper and just fed my imagination as a young child.

I never wanted to be that black mother suffering through motherhood, because of the life choices that I have made. I’m motivated to do and to become the best provider that I can for my son and my future children to come. The grind just doesn’t stop and picks up when you ready for money. 

The grind can leave you behind and dare you to catch up with your purpose in life; you know your true passion. 

It has only been six days since I have had my very first child and already I can tell you that when I look in his innocent eyes I see so much purpose. I’m driven to be that mother that I know by God’s grace that I am destining to be. 

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