Moment of pure joy - (Day 2)

Hello everyone, Welcome to day two of our exciting 30-day writing challenge I and my friends put up, mostly my idea.

Today's topic is all about describing a moment of pure joy. I'm seriously excited to share mine with you all, and I hope it brings a smile to your face.

For me, the moment of pure joy that stands out above all others was when I gave birth to my daughter. Now, I know what you're thinking - childbirth is painful and scary, right? Well, let me tell you, it wasn't an easy journey, but the end result was worth every single second.

Let me rewind a bit. My pregnancy with my daughter was tough, really tough. There were days when I wished I could just hand over the pregnancy to someone else to carry for me. Wouldn't that be nice? But of course, we all know that's not how it works!

One of the hardest parts was being crippled while pregnant. Can you imagine? I had never experienced anything like it before, and it made me sad and frustrated.sad that I needed help to do things around , I couldn't stay at my house , had to go stay at my parents when it became more critical , Simple tasks became challenging, and I often felt helpless. But deep down, I knew it would all be worth it when I finally got to meet my little one.

Fast forward to the big day. I went to the hospital, ready to bring my baby into the world. But here's the funny thing - I had no labor pain! Nothing at all. Zip. Zero. The doctors were a bit surprised, to say the least. They told me I was already dilating, and the baby needed to come out, so they decided to induce me.jeez.

Let me tell you, induced labor is no joke! I saw heaven and hell that very day, It started at 7 am, and hours ticked by slowly. I was in and out of consciousness, feeling waves of discomfort but still no real pain. The nurses and doctors kept checking on me, encouraging me, telling me I was doing great, my mom was with me through the whole thing , I guess , she had never experienced someone being induced before.

As the day wore on, I started to worry. Would my baby be okay? Was something wrong? But the medical team reassured me that everything was progressing normally, just slowly.

Finally, at around 9:30 p.m. - yes, you read that right, more than 14 hours later - things began to happen quickly, and I knew it was time. With one final push, accompanied by a lot of sweat and tears (mostly mine, but I believe my mom shed a few as well) my daughter entered the world.

Oh, that moment! It seemed as if time stood still. All of the anguish, fear, and hurting of the previous nine months simply faded away. When they laid her on my chest and I saw her small face for the first time, I felt a rush of emotions that I can't convey.

It was pure, unadulterated joy. The kind of joy that makes your heart feel like it might burst. The kind of joy that brings tears to your eyes and a smile to your face at the same time. The kind of joy that makes you forget everything else in the world except for this perfect little human you've just brought into it.

I remember thinking, "I did it. We did it. She's here, and she's perfect." I looked at my mom who was already crying and praying to God for answering her prayers and you know African mother's na , you know all the stuff. In all she was beaming with pride and joy, and we shared a moment of silent understanding.

As I held my daughter close, feeling her tiny heartbeat against my chest, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Gratitude for my body, which had carried and nurtured this little life. Gratitude for the medical team who had helped bring her safely into the world. Gratitude for my husband and mom who had been my rock and help throughout the entire journey.

But most of all, I felt grateful for this tiny miracle in my arms. My little princess, as I like to call her. In that moment, I knew that no matter what obstacles life could throw our way, we would tackle them together..

Looking back, I can confidently say that the joy of that moment has never faded. Sure, there have been sleepless nights, diaper disasters, and other typical parenting challenges. But every time I look at my daughter, I'm brought back to that moment of pure ecstasy when I first held her in my arms.

So there you have it: my moment of pure joy. It wasn't easy getting there, but it was worth every moment. Hang in there, moms-to-be. Your moment of joy is waiting for you, and believe me, it is worth the wait.

images used here are mine