I’m a mom again

We went, we delivered, and we are home. ๐Ÿ™‚

It was quite an interesting saga, the lead-up to the birth. Because I have (albeit mild and easily diet-controlled) gestational diabetes, my midwives were itchy to get the baby out, and started talking an induction if I didn’t go on my own by my due date, as I have previously chronicled. I did my research and was OK with postponing any induction until Thursday, if needed. Well, Monday I had an appointment and midwife Sue was generally OK with the few days’ postponement, but we both agreed it would be reassuring to have a biophysical profile done (an ultrasound where they specifically check baby’s well-being, blood flow from placenta, amount of amniotic fluid, stuff like that). So I had that done on Monday as well, and while the baby was looking very healthy and everything else looked good, I was apparently low on amniotic fluid… which mostly means it makes it easier for the baby to accidentally wedge up against the cord in utero and cut off its own oxygen supply. Combined with the gestational diabetes, it was a good reason to not wait until Thursday, but given the baby’s otherwise very healthy status, Sue let me wait until Tuesday morning which also gave me an opportunity to drink lots of fluids and try to get the amniotic fluid up a little. I was told to report to the hospital at 6:30 a.m.

Well, long story short… some strong contractions woke me up at 4:30 a.m., and we left for the hospital at 6:15 a.m. I was, quite fortuitously, seemingly in labor, all on my own. Called the midwife from the car, told her we would be just a little late (there had been a little snowfall and the roads were a little slick) but that I was pretty sure I was in active labor.

Got to the hospital, got checked in and changed into hospital garb, my very awesome OB nurse checked, and I was already at 6 cm. That was about 7:30 a.m.

Continued to progress, got the all-clear to push around 8:40, which was good because I really really wanted to push. I think I was still only in transition because the contractions never let up. I JUST HAD TO GET THE BABY OUT. NOW. Her head emerged almost immediately, they got me to pause for just a second because she had the cord loosely wrapped around her neck, so they slipped it off, and I went about the very quick business of pushing out her shoulders. The midwife had me reach down and grab the baby and finish delivering, and lift the baby onto my own chest. So awesome!! She also asked me to do the identifying… “Lisa — what do you have?” she asked. My first delirious thought was “It’s a baby, duh!” but then I realized she was talking about looking for gender!! I took a very hard look, because even delirious I knew I didn’t want to make a misidentification, certainly my husband would never let me live that down. And once I was incredibly certain there was no penis to be found, declared “She’s a girl!”

She cuddled skin to skin with me on my chest until her cord stopped pulsing, then the midwife clamped it off and Frank did the honors of cutting it. I delivered the placenta and was just exhausted. I knew I’d torn a little (how could I not have, I delivered her way too fast…) and while my labor wasn’t very long, it was very intense. The OB nurse took the baby while I started to get stitched up and did all the weighing and measuring and other requisite birth things, and I took her back about 20 minutes later. She latched on at that point and nursed pretty well. I also decided, in an odd fit of whimsy, that we were going to keep the placenta and buy a new tree and plant it under the tree in the spring. Never even hearing of anyone doing this before, let alone with the complete absence of any discussion between us, my dear husband took these new plans in stride. ๐Ÿ™‚

And our baby is, in a word, awesome. She’s a great nurser, she sleeps pretty well, she has amazing periods of quiet alertness where she just does her best to look around and see as much as she can (before her eyes cross from the strain, but then she just blinks a couple times and tries again). She is crazy strong, too… even the pediatrician at the hospital commented on it. If she’s laying on your chest, semi-upright, she can lift her head and chest up and do a little push-up. It took her about a day to pick up that little trick, mostly because it helps her look around better.

Since I avoid using real names for my kids on this blog I shall only give you her nickname, and that is Catie. She is perfect and I am in love. Her birth was a great experience and I am so happy and proud that I got to have another drug-free birth… but I am also quite pleased that I never have to do that again, since we have no intention of having any more kids.


4 responses to “I’m a mom again

  1. Yay for a good experience and congratulations again! I wonder if she’ll always be such a timely little girl! ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Still remaining so, so happy for you all… but.

    And I’m sorry, because I get that you’re you and I’m me and comparisons aren’t fair and blahbitty blah blah blah. But you wrote, “My first delirious thought was…”

    And that just gets my panties in a twist. Because for me, because I was exhausted and delirious after 6 hours of labor, active labor for about two hours, pushing for about half an hour, one shot of Nubain early on and two failed epidural attempts (and thus a drug-free-at-the-crucial-time labor; ye gods, woman, why would you do that three times?!?), I nodded off briefly between contractions for a bit, and then not long after they took the baby to the NICU following one single “labored breath.” (Another of those one-size-fits-all rules that I couldn’t handle arguing about the first night and within 12 hours post-birth was already in too much pain and fear to want to expose the baby to whatever bad/sick/broken/wrong vibes I was sending out.)

    Thus it was that, not 15 minutes after the birth of my child, and over two months after having – safely and slowly and according to the wishes of multiple doctors – weaned off all medications, I had my first-ever accusation of some form of unreported drug use. “Are you sure you didn’t have some sort of opiate at home? Because we don’t see a lot of moms nod off like that…” One, YEAH, you think I’d notice if I had some opiate help along this process. And two, really?!? Not many moms nod off after an unassisted birth? Why not??

    I spent the next three days catching more new and delightful accusations, such as, “We kind of think you’re just med-seeking.” Sadly, that nurse wasn’t stupid enough to write that in my chart. But there was plenty of other negligence documented… and yet, I “don’t have a case.”

    OK, you’re right, I need to stop ranting. Can you imagine what I hit my therapist with, if I vent like this online??

    Bigger and more important: welcome home, and congratulations a million more times, and how do you know this is your last? You must understand, I’m skeptical: way back in our newly-born-2004 babies, I remember you talking about aiming for #2 in about five years, which would still have left me a year behind, but at the time it sounded about right. And hey, look, not quite seven years later, and you’ve popped out #3… ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Love you, hon. I hope you’re just as happy as you deserve to be.

    And oh-by-the-way, because I think of it all the time – in a hugely grateful way, because if I hadn’t made the trip to New City back in Jan/Feb ’10, I would have no gorgeous, professional, did-I-mention-gorgeous pregnancy photos – were you able to work out a way to get pregnancy photos of you? Especially if you really do mean that this is, indeed, your last??

  3. Got me all teary. What a wonderful, wonderful experience. Mazel Tov!

  4. Hope you all are doing so, so, so wonderfully well – and I know you are so, so, so busy, but I for one would love to see a photo of your now-seven-month-old… just sayin; ๐Ÿ™‚ xoxo Amy

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