That must have been a pretty stressful time for you, being hugely pregnant on top of everything else.
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Heidi : Married for 15 years, expecting our 8th baby in July!
My dd was born 9-19-01, she was due on 9-10 and my parents were flying on 9-11. They were grounded outside of NYC when all the planes were made to land, and didn't arrive here in Phoenix until Sunday. I had spent so many weeks waiting and hoping to go into labour, and spent all that week just hoping and praying not to. Suddenly, I was just happy she was inside me, safe and sound - it would have been a very difficult time to have a baby. In the end, I had three days with my family before Bella made her grand entrance. Being one day past my due date, watching those planes hit the towers and being terrified for my family was a surreal experience. I guess none of us will ever really be the same.
Aya just woke up so I don’t have much time but I just wanted to add my few things.
I too was sooo ready and looking forward to the birth (edd was Sept 13) and I actually wanted to go into labor on a Tuesday because of DH work schedule. Tuesday was Sept 11.
After that I also wasn’t ready to give birth. Like you said, Jeanette, I wanted her safe inside me.
What really go to me was everyone calling asking if I had the baby and then without pausing talked about the death count…like they were in the same sentence…my labor…death count. I stopped answering the phone.
Anyway, I went into labor on a Tuesday, September 18th.
Thanks for sharing everyone. Please continue if it makes you comfortable. It is somehow very healing to hear your experiences…even with different years or experiences of friends or family.
40 Weeks - 1 Day
Today's tragedy has me absolutely stunned. Yesterday all I could think about is when my baby would arrive, I was so impatient. Today I just feel like keeping the baby safe inside me, the world seems like a crazy and unsafe place to bring a child into. Yesterday I wanted so badly to go into labour, now I am praying that I do not - this is not a day I would choose for my baby's birthday.
Like millions of people around the world, I watched this play out in front of me on the television. I was glued there all day, seeing unspeakable tragedy unfold before my eyes. The horror is unimaginable, and the world today seems a different place to me than it did yesterday. I feel, like I am sure so many people do, that a part of my idealism has been lost forever. Tonight Sam and I just feel so emotionally drained, I simply cannot believe that this has happened. My perspective of the world has been forever altered, and I think it will take some time to regain a positive outlook. My thoughts and prayers are with all that have lost their lives, family members or friends today.
I have been able to shelter you inside me for nine months now and soon I must relinquish you to the world.
Know that I will forever strive to keep you safe and protected. There will be times in your life when a mother's love, no matter how fierce, cannot shield you from pain. During those times I will be there to hold you in my arms, to comfort you and to dry your tears.
I will do my best to instill in you the belief that the world is a good place, and that the people of the world are good people and that kindness and generosity can heal many wounds.
I will safeguard the innocence of your childhood as long as I can, but when something happens to threaten that innocence I will do my best to help you understand that when bad things happen we must be strong and do what we can to help those in need.
I will tell you that in the face of a tragedy it is alright to feel weak and afraid, that you can always lean on me for strength, and that courage comes from the inside.
Most of all I will love you, unconditionally and eternally.
Just when I thought things had settled down, I woke up Tuesday morning and headed to the computer to check my message board. Someone had posted some bizarre message about a plane crashing into the WTC and later into the Pentagon. eh? So I tried to log onto CNN's website and *couldn't*....then I got vaguely chilled and concerned. Turned on the TV and there, in living color, was the sight of the WTC towers on fire and within a couple of minutes a shot of the 2nd plane hitting. Woke up DH and said I thought he needed to come to the lounge and see something. We both sat in horror for a while, then I went and scooped up my new little DD and just sobbed.
I was grateful that DH was home on paternity leave with me. At least we got to spend that time together as a newly-minted but scared family.
Now I'm just trying to think of a good response to the negative comments I've been getting. Any suggestions???
DS was due on Sept 11, 2002 (he came wayyyy late, though). After a few negative reactions, I just didn't tell people my exact due date. I would just say 'mid September'. Much easier than having that dread feeling every time someone asks when you're due.
I imagine for those people with actual birthdays on any Sept. 11, you have this situation where to conversation is instantly shifted from discussing your first day to violence.
JeanetteL, yes, that is a very nice letter to your baby. We've saved lots of news papers and a video of all the news footage. My husband wanted to have it for Aya when she is older.
DarkHorseMama, what a day. In some ways I did want to hold my baby in those early days. Did you feel like some of your deserved *new mama* attention was being taken from you?
mama2annabelle, I think your new baby would bring some light to that day and that is a very beautiful way to think about it. If you get tired of the association, I would not tell people the *exact* date. There are some additional advantages to that as well.
Pepper, I thought I read that there was a large number of babys conceived after sept 11. I think many people were thinking about how imortant family is during those days.
I have a *funny* story about expecting around Sept. 11.
I was fully expecting to give birth before my edd (Sept 13-I think) because my midwives actually told me that I would go early—strange looking back on it.
Anyway, I had NO stretch marks until that last week so, naturally, I blame my stretch marks on the Sept. 11 bombing. I may have just vocalized *the* single most trivial (okay, and unlikely) consequence of that day.