"A mother's love is instinctual, unconditional, and forever."
-Unknown

I will never forget the day I became a mother. It is something that I think about every single day as I look into my daughter's eyes. She is the personification of the love that I share with my husband, a living being brought into the world because two people loved each other. I see her sweet little blonde curls and big brown eyes and I know, without a doubt, that she is mine and Will's. The day she was born was probably one of the longest and most painful days of my life, but the pain and sleep depervation was all worth it when I look at her now and know how blessed I truly am to have her. For someone like me, having a child is a messy business that I didn't even want to think about five years ago, but all of that changed. It changed the moment I met Will and the moment I found out I was going to be a mother. Pregnancy has this way of changing you for the better and I couldn't even begin to imagine my life without my daughter now.

The day my daughter was born was like any other in the third trimester of my pregnancy. I felt swollen, my feet were puffy, and I hadn't slept the entire night before because the baby was twisting and wriggling in my pelvis. I was thirty-nine weeks pregnant, it was the end of April, and I was ready to pop. Because of my size and the fact that I no longer had the ability to balance myself very well, Will had forbade me from cleaning as much as I normally did, much to my horror and dismay. It irked me that I couldn't clean and scrub the kitchen from top to bottom and run my antibacterial cloths over every surface in the nursery one more time before the baby came, but Will made me promise I wouldn't because he didn't want me going into labor from the stress of everything. So, instead, I went to work every morning and came home in the afternoons to relax, just as Will instructed me to.

I had been sitting in my office most of the morning, working on some final paperwork for the SAT prep class that I usually taught over the summer. Since Will and I would have a newborn baby around that time, we decided that it would be best if I handed off that duty to someone else this year. One of the other teachers gladly offered to take it for me, so I was getting everything in order for her. Will was down the hall in his Spanish class, lecturing. I knew he'd been worrying about the set list for Regionals too, since that was just around the corner in two weeks. This was probably one of the most stressful times of the year for him, so I wanted to keep things as calm as possible both at home and work for him, which was working so far as our excitement was all about the baby. Will was so excited to be a father and I was so happy that I was the one giving this child to him.

The bell for lunch finally rang and I was getting up to head down to the teachers lounge to meet Will, like usual. I had stood up when I felt a small gush of water run between my legs. Immediately thinking I had wet myself, I blushed and looked down. My skirt was wet with a small puddle on the front and the back, from what I could see under my enormous belly. As I reached to steady myself against my desk, I felt my first contraction and almost doubled over from surprise. Thankfully, Mercedes happened to be passing my office and saw me before running down to the lounge to get Will. Everything started happening so fast as Will came running down the hall, panicked like any expectant father would be their first time. With the help of my husband and Finn, who had followed him, they got me to our car and we were able to drive to the hospital.

Once admitted, I began the very long process of labor and delivery. Will stayed by my side, comforting me and being my coach through contractions. I will not lie to you and say that this entire process was beautiful and wonderful because, frankly, it was not. I was sweating like a pig, crying from the pain I felt, and exposed every time a doctor came in to check my progress. It was like a circus show almost...and I felt like the main display. Let me be honest and say that having that area of your body on display for the world to see is not something that is comfortable, sanitary, or in the least bit not embarrassing. The only form of comfort I had was the epidural that I was allowed to have when I was finally half way through dilation. After that point, I didn't care what they did to me so long as I got the baby out of my body. I was exhausted, sore, and just wanted to hold my baby.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I was fully dilated and ready to push. Up until this point, I had thought that I had gone through the worst of the embarrassment, but I was dead wrong. When you push a baby from your body, everything from the waist down is exposed, and I mean everything. No one had seen me this naked, aside from Will, and the doctors who were never down in that area for more than a few moments for exams. But this...this was an hour and a half of agonizing pushing and exposure. I pushed until my body physically could not any longer and then some. Around this time, her head finally emerged and after one more push, a little body was placed on my stomach. My daughter.

Emily Sophia Schuester.

Tears were streaming down my face when I looked at my daughter for the first time. She was covered in blood and other things from the after birth, but I did not care. I could see she had Will's ears and my nose already. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she screamed, but I knew they would be the deep midnight blue that all newborns had. My baby was absolutely beautiful and perfect in every single way. I had worked so hard for her and she was finally here. Will had kissed me and was tearing up. This was the miracle he had waited so long for and been robbed of once before, but she was finally here. We were parents. I had never felt more emotional or drained in my life, but those first few moments of my daughter's life will forever be engrained in my mind. I had brought a life into the world. A life I created with my husband out of love.


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