Surprised at Myself

I did a post a about a month and a half ago asking "How do you know when you're done having kids?" Well...(no, I'm not pregnant)....I just had the privilege of being present at the birth of my sister's very first child. My sister is 8 years younger than me and my one and only full blooded sibling.

First of all, I have to say, she did great! She delivered her son after about 9 hours of labor and with no drugs. She did have to work quite a bit to get the little guy out, he made her push for over an hour. There were a couple of worrisome moments when it looked like baby's heart-rate was dropping and my sisters was as fast as a fetus' should be. The tried having her change positions a bunch of times, they tried monitoring baby's heart with that thing they stick on baby's head (sorry, can't remember what it's called right now), and at one point they even brought in an ultrasound machine because they couldn't pick up baby's heart-rate as well as they wanted to with those other monitors. I was really worried about the baby at that point, but kept telling my sister that she was doing really great and in the end, they both were just fine.

But why am I surprised at myself? Because I was thinking that being part of the miracle of my nephews birth would cause me to want to have another baby. Contrary to what I expected, it did NOT have that effect at all. It did have the effect on another person in the delivery room that way, but it just didn't bring up those "Oh, I want another one" feeling for me. That surprises me.

I don't know that this shuts the door completely because I'm still not quite ready to just close that chapter of my life, but I just found it interesting that being there with my sister didn't give me "baby fever" again. Hmmm...