If you’ve been following my Birth Story Reflections this week, you know that giving birth the second time around was the most amazing, cathartic experience of my life. Here’s how it got even sweeter:
My second born was a late-November baby, so by the time we arrived home from the hospital and settled into our smaller-than-I-remember house with my older-than-I-remember firstborn, the day had grown dim.
I nestled deep into my rocking chair to nurse and stare out the window. The sky turned darker by the minute but I was glowing, still high from giving birth…on top of the world for having the kind of birth I needed to heal my disappointment from the first time around. Literally, I was on cloud nine…NOTHING could top this!
And then, my cell phone rang.
“Hello, may I please speak with Christine?”
“This is her.” (I know I’m supposed to say, “This is SHE,” but I absolutely never remember.)
“Hi Christine. I’m calling from American Baby Magazine to let you know that you are the winner of our photo contest AND A BRAND NEW CAR!”
There was complete silence on my end. I was holding my breath AND my newborn.
Trying to break the silence, she continued, “I know, this must be exciting news!”
“You don’t understand,” I said, gulping in a breath of air. “I just got home from the hospital TODAY. I’m holding my newborn in my arms at this very moment…and now I’ve just won a car?”
“Congratulations! We were wondering if you’d had the baby, actually we were hoping so.”
My mind went back about 3 months earlier, to the day I came across the contest announcement in American Baby, the magazine I flipped through at all my prenatal appointments. Mazda and American Baby had teamed up to find the next Mazda 5 Family and I entered us on a whim, a very last minute oh-crap-the-deadline-is-tomorrow-and-the-sun-will-set-in-a-couple-hours whim.
In the photo I was about 7 months pregnant and it was the last photo taken of us as a family of 3.
“We’ll be sending you some paperwork in the mail and a camera crew will come out in 2 weeks to take your picture for the new ad. Sound good?”
By this point, my husband had entered the room, wondering what was going on. I mouthed the words WE-WON-A-CAR to him a couple times before he understood, and in a still shaky voice I thanked the woman on the other end profusely before hanging up.
I danced around the house for hours that night, oh-em-geeing, and cradling my newborn. I guess you could say I was on cloud ten!
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