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my first birth story (i have three)

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i found out that i was pregnant while driving a brand new rented sunfire. it was so weird. my rusty old mustang got knocked out of commission by a tap from a poor dude going thru a stop sign and so i got a nice insurance settlement and a used but rust free mom car after that.(white, gutless, 4door)the relevance of this takes shape later in the story.

so, the whole time i was pregnant, i could not get enough sleep or enough to eat. i was emotionally agitated but physically great! did yoga every day and even made my own program which i thought was so good i would share later in life as a yoga teacher(one of the things i want to be when i grow up).
i thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated the midwifery appointments. i also appreciated the level of involvement of my partner at the appointments. i couldn't beleive the attentiveness and frequency of midwifery care. i loved going for care so often. i felt that i wanted to have the baby at home...but our home was not very orderly and not very clean and i am glad i chose the hospital because of that jacuzzi. that was the best.

all night i just couldn't get comfortable. i didn't know i was in labor, it was a familiar problem. then i woke up at 5am and said to dh "i can't get comfortable, every time i change positions then i get cramps" he said "are you in labor?" i said "no!" he said "um, i think you are in labor" i said "no, i'm not!!" he said "yes, i think you are" i said" i can't be, no, i'm not ready!!!". well i was. by 7am i was really "cramping up" and by 9or 10 i was throwing up. yuck. we called the midwife and she had to call us back. she just finished a 24 hour stint at the hospital delivering 2 babies and said that she's almost finished, she would come when she can...call if anything changes. by 11 the labor was pretty strong and contractions frequent, so by 12 we were on our way to the hospital. i was really irritated about the waiting, and the hallway walking (i didn't wanna do) and so finally i got checked out and discovered to be dialated several cms (don't remember exactly) we got the room with the jacuzzi so i spent at least an hour in there. that was bliss. boy did i zone out. that was the BEST part of that labor, man, i love jacuzzis. i had candles and enya played and the lights were low and so was my groaning. my dh was with me and the midwife got some peace too i think. by 3pm my water broke in the jacuzzi and when that happened my head was awash like a big ocean wave on a rock. it was such a rush. then i got fast and started hopping outta that tub like an olympian saying "WHERE'S THE BED...I'M HAVING THIS F**G BABY, NNNNOW!!!" dh is like "huh, wait a minute?" trying to catch me with the towel to dry me off.lol. i hopped up on that bed in a bit of a frenzy and ended up staying on all fours cause the contractions were so fast i couldn't even relax to turn around. the midwife wisely advised me to breathe for as long as i could without pushing. i think, in hindsight it was best that i tried very hard not to push. this let things happen at a more reasonable pace. but then i panicked cause it was more pain than i ever had before and i kind of roared "GET IT OUT, GET IT THE HELL OUT" and the british midwife said firmly" THIS is where we deliver babies GENTLY". that is just what i needed to calm me (or at least to shut me up) and i didn't want my baby to be referred to as an "it" that i needed to "get the hell out" so after that i tried to focus on the task instead of my fear. that baby slid out after 3 or four good pushes. i felt like i just threw up so i squished myself up and then turned around carefully. dh cut the cord and my PINK PINK PINK baby never left my sight while being cared for. i was so shocked at how pink and pretty she was and also how mushy my heart went. i didn't cry too much but i was pretty mushy. like my heart turned from a potato to a bowl of jello. i got goofy and lovey/dovey like i didn't think i ever would. i delivered the placenta shortly after without a hitch and i started asking for food. i inhaled the yucky lasagna and bun and premium plus crackers and licked the crumbs. then i took a shower in the clear stall right at the foot of the bed without help and by 5pm i was looking at my watch tapping my fingers whining "where is our drive? i wanna go home. i'm hungry" our drive came shortly after that and by 6 i was home and by 7 we were eating a lebanese feast that dh and freind went out to get. my g-freind and her 3 kids were at my house and she was gonna clean my house for me but i only gave her time to do the dishes....oh well. the kids thought that brand new baby was pretty neat. a big family feast and off to bed for me. i was too sore to go up and down stairs for a couple of days but then i recovered quite quickly. we had already picked names ....it was gonna be "VICTORIA ROSE" or "RHIANNON TERRA" and it was quite apparant the first day or two that she was not a victoria but a rhiannon. so cute and spunky with a bit of a fiery twinkle in the eye. we knew she was gonna be a real imp. we just didn't realize exactly how bright and energetic till later. in no time at all she was unbelieveably smart, funny, and enjoyable to watch dancing around and talking our ears off.
now she's on her way home from grade 4 and will burst in the door any minute. i better go make a snack.

the next girl will be part 2, i guess
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