|two days shy of 40 weeks|
When we got home I debated about whether I should take a Tylenol PM and drink some wine so I could rest up before the show got on the road, but Brad and my mom were nerrrrrrrvous about how last time had gone down (insta-active labor+no midwife=my mother catching Dominic while I stood at the bathroom sink) so I agreed to call the midwife. She said she'd start driving my way and rest on the couch so I would have no pressure to produce a baby but Brad and my mom could breathe a little more easily.
I went to lay down for a little but was having trouble sitting still during the contractions when my water broke at about 11 pm. I tried to get Brad to get me a Chux pad but he spent the time while my water dribbled out wandering around muttering things about who invented Chux pads, who is Chuck, where are they, are they inside something, etc etc while I called out to him that he was "too late, you're too late, I'm sloshing water all over your floor!!" After we got things mopped up I changed into my labor gear. And grabbed a popsicle. We were in business.
|couldn't have done it without the turtle. And Brad.|
As I marched myself to the bathroom and parked on the potty, I heard my entourage trailing behind me and my mother saying, "She's getting on that toilet again!" (Right before Dominic's precipitous arrival I kept sitting on the toilet...a sure sign I was getting pushy) In nothing short of a miracle, everyone managed to get into our teeny tiny bathroom with me. My midwife knelt next to the toilet, gently saying, "I see you are feeling pushy....." Despite having not checked me a single time, she had her gloves on and was ready to catch....she truly knows her craft.
"Tell me I'm almost done!" I demanded. She replied that yes, in fact, the baby's head was right there, did I want to reach down and feel?
"NO! I just want her OUT!" I said while simultaneously reaching down and feeling the unmistakeable sensation of the soft, wet top of a baby's head. Our midwife started to voice concern that it was chilly in the bathroom but Brad was already plugging in the space heater.
As I stood up and grabbed on to the bathroom sink and pushed I was being rather noisy...let's call it a tribal yell. Later I asked Gianna if she was glad she got to see the baby come out or if it was too scary and she said, "Umm a little bit scary but mostly proud."
I think I pushed for less than ten minutes, but really I didn't push as much as I just submitted to what my body was already doing. In that moment, the rational part of me was thinking I should try to slow things down otherwise I would surely tear but the rest of me could only think "GET.BABY.OUT. Then we can snuggle up in bed and SLEEP." As the baby came sliding out, my mom reached in and unwrapped the cord from around the baby's neck and I heard the baby squawking so I reached down and our midwife handed her to me up between my legs.
We moved the party to our bedroom where I was able to sit on my all-important birth sheets and wait for the placenta.
Finally it was time to cut the cord (my mother did the honors after Gianna backed out...Dominic jumped at the chance but the thought of a two year old wielding sharp scissors near my new baby was a little concerning) and get length and weight measurements. I am very, very glad she arrived a day "early" as she was 9 pounds 4 ounces and 22.25 inches long...just a quarter inch shy of Gianna's mammoth 22.5 inches.
|another big bebe|
|ready to turn in|
Eventually, real life will hit and the kids will get cranky and slightly jealous and the baby will develop some sort of strange rash that will compel me to cut out strange dietary elements with the fervor of Captain Ahab and the house will get semi-trashed and Dominic will all but completely forget to use the potty but for now, I am just basking in the new baby glow (and gobs and gobs of prolactin) and feeling incredibly, incredibly blessed. Thank you to all who prayed for us and sent their congratulations!
|snug with Grandma|
Ora pro nobis sancta Dei Genitrix,
Ut digni efficiamur promissionibus Christi.
(Oh clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary!
Pray for us, O Holy Mother of God,
That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ)