Let it be known that instead of writing a posts or getting caught up on emails, I should be getting some rest. Why you ask? As I type this post, my cousin/God daughter (also my first baby girl) is at the hospital waiting to give birth to her first-born.  Doesn’t she look amazing!?

Katherine waiting to be induced

You’re probably wondering why that means that I am the one that should be getting the rest. Well, my answer is actually the reason why I wanted to write this post. In our family, giving birth to a child is a family affair. That means that while the baby is being born, all of us are in the room cheering the mommy-to-be on, turning our head away to not see anything inappropriate or to scarring and we are welcoming the newest member to our family into the world.

When I gave birth to my daughter the welcoming committee included my husband, my mom, my mother-in-law, my aunt (who is more like my sister), my cousin/God daughter (the one who is now at the hospital about to give birth herself), my step mom, my grandma and my best friend. Not to mention the doctor and the wonderful nurse who opted to stay past her shift to see me through it. Plus, my dad, brother-in-law, sister and brother were in the lobby.

**I should add that I told everyone to turn their heads while I was pushing and although I am not sure if they actually followed my instructions, in my mind they did and that is how I can still look my family in the face.

If it wasn’t for the fact that I had an emergency C-section with my son they would have been in the hospital room with me as well. Even though they weren’t inside the room, they were all in the hospital lobby anxiously waiting for his arrival.

The interesting thing is that when I share this with my friends, that doesn’t seem to be the norm. Apparently, the family gets notified after the fact and they come and visit.

Some may actually think of it as odd and I don’t blame them. While I can understand why you would want that to be a private moment, there is something so incredible about knowing that my family was there cheering me on and sharing one of my greatest moments with me.

So now you know why I should be sleeping.  I am almost scared to fall asleep because I don’t want to miss the call to head on over to the hospital.

Inquiring minds want to know…is birth in your family a private affair or a family affair?