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It was a Li Hing Mui margarita that told me my life was changed forever. I was a full-time student and part-time nanny. As a Mexican girl with love for spicy foods, and margaritas I found myself wondering why my body was rejecting my favorite things. Keeping it to myself, I continued to wonder, could it be true? I put the Li Hing Mui margarita down and fell asleep in the sweet lush jungles of Huelo. The next day after visiting my cousin and her newborn, after staring at his sweet sleepy eyes, I mentioned my sickness. We immediately went to buy an over the counter pregnancy test. POSITIVE. Tears of Joy ran down my face, tears of Shock, tears of change. My nanny nickname Kama Mama, was now true. My love was the most supportive, and beyond excited for the start of this incredible new life together.

After telling our friends and family, we felt complete and ready with blessings from everyone. My doctor gave me two due dates, Oct. 1st and Oct. 5th.

We had two ultra-sounds to find out the sex of the baby. None of them were completely clear but my Doctor guessed it to be a girl. I was thrilled to think sweet pink. It made complete sense to me because I had a dream long ago that I would have a baby girl.

A healthy pregnancy went by faster than imagined. When I was seven months pregnant, we decided to move home to my tutu’s house, where I was raised, where my father was raised, and his father. A place where a child and mother can share a bond, undistracted. A place where you can hear the birds, streams, and ocean waves crashing…in the heart of Maui, Ke’anae.

After transitioning back on the peninsula we were happy to be where the food is plentiful, the spring water flows, and the smell of tropical flowers surrounded us. At eight months I paddle boarded almost everyday and walked to the fruit stand for my Kona Mud Pie ice cream fix.

Baby was thriving, with Mama and Daddy patiently waiting. I was eight months and still had not experienced any discomfort. I knew she was happy and comfortable. I would swim under waterfalls, walk the peninsula and float in the sea letting my baby talk to the whales. At night I would sing to her, read aloud, and laugh uncontrollably.

It was now Oct. 5th, the expected due date for baby girl’s arrival and I continued to swim in Keanae with no worry. We called the doctor before my last appointment and decidedly agreed to be induced on Oct 16th if she hadn’t arrived before then.

Hanging out with friends and making road trips to pass the time, I was beginning to feel I would be pregnant forever. The name Forever was starting to sound really nice. And so she was overdue, Oct 16th came and we scheduled to be at the hospital at 5:30pm. Before we drove out of Ke’anae we took one more dip in the ocean. With my amazing, funny love by my side we laughed up until the contractions. My doctor knew that I wanted absolutely no drugs or epidural. Contractions were hard to deal with, but with amazing family by my side I made it through 14 hours. Then it was time to push.

My first three pushes weren’t doing anything, so they asked me to push harder. Harder?! So I held my breath and pretended I saw a big wave from Jaws cover my body and hold me down. Two pushes later, she arrived! On my chest and looking deep into her daddy’s hazel eyes, I took two really deep breaths and felt the balance of life. A perfect seven pound little hapa baby girl, her name was decided when I was twelve years old. My great grandmother’s name, Meleana.

Image Credit: Napua Hu'eu

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