I have returned to my favorite Bible study form and Good Morning Girls. It opened my eyes to my anger and bitterness. I had originally decided to go back when they started a new study because I had missed so much since the Internet went down in November, but I was so down in the dumps about my spiritual life that I just said, "What the hey I will just jump in the last week and keep going with it because it couldn't make it worse- right?" I feel so much love and peace right now. I will have to keep up on my own studies somehow if the internet goes down again. Because I am getting an attitude check and feeling so motherly today I will share something that I have yet to write down yet-
LUCY'S BIRTH STORY
I have not shared one of these in blog form before because, well, mostly because I love telling the story and once I write it down then I don't feel like have to keep sharing it any more, but you don't understand how much I LOVE birth stories. I have read quite a few on blogs of strangers and of course books and from friends, but I have only written down Hermione's (my first born) story in her baby book and I don't think I could EVER forget Ariana's story. Since this one is the freshest I should share and I hope you enjoy it if you like birth stories as much as I do. Here goes-
I was exactly 37 weeks along on a cold Monday, December 5. That morning I went to my appointment to be checked by my midwife. It was all routine and she said I was fine. She asked me if I had been feeling any contractions, but like I had told her before and because of my previous births I can not ever be sure because I (apparently) have a high tolerance for pain. She looked at me a little suspicious and let me go on my way. I didn't feel particularly uncomfortable or even ready, but this is how I know it was a Monday because that is shopping day. I did, however, feel the nesting rush because I was shopping like a mad woman. It was so close to Christmas and I thought if this birth was any thing like the others it would be a complete surprise but would probably happen this week so I better get food, presents (not anything fancy just some stuff if that didn't get done), and pjs for the hospital (I had yet to bring my own clothes to the hospital). This took up the whole day. Thankfully I was doing all of this sans the children except for the one resting (at least I THOUGHT she was resting) in my belly. I also remember posting on my status that morning after my appointment at 11:15am: "not foreseeing much productivity today..." I had posted that because I was a little tired from feeling so busy but knew I HAD to go shopping or everyone would starve if I wasn't there to cook.
So I had been shopping and walking around all day. I get home and need to relax. I don't remember what I cooked for dinner- probably something gross from a box like Hamburger Helper or something. I sat down with the family and told my husband, "I feel really weird." At this point I think Lucy had clearly "dropped" in to my pelvis because the weirdness was a very low tightening around my belly. This weirdness continued through dinner and I did not make much of an effort with reading bedtime stories. All this time my husband was very nervous but that didn't register at the time. I was really focusing on the strange feeling that was neither painful or necessarily uncomfortable just "weird".
Right after bedtime-8ish? I started to become concerned. I had had many friends have false alarms and I didn't want to go to the hospital only to be sent back so I began researching Braxton-Hicks because what else could this be? I was extremely restless and tried to relax and watch TV. I drank a lot of water and paced the hall way. Then when I went to the bathroom around 10 my body released much waste that was when I knew I was having or going to start having contractions. It happened that way last time.
Now I am a little fuzzy on the details here but these are the little things I remember. My husband watching me like a hawk when I wasn't in the bathroom. Watching the clock and trying to time the contractions- was that two minutes or 10? I remember the contractions being shorter but there wasn't much of a break in between. I remember it actually hurting a little bit so I knew this was real. I remember trying to say we should go to the hospital but having to go to the bathroom every 5 minutes and being really aware that I could ah hem *defecate*, excuse me, in my new pajamas kept me from making the message clear. My husband had returned with someone to watch the little ones while I returned from the bathroom. Finally, we left the house a little after 11:30.
I love laboring in the car. I don't know why but it doesn't hurt as much. When we got nearer to the hospital we had a small argument as to where we should park that I laugh about now (I don't know if he does). He wanted to park in the main area while I wanted to go the emergency entrance. It wasn't as funny at the time. I was now in fairly serious pain and continually feeling like I had to do a deuce. Well when we got registered at Santiam Memorial Hospital they said they had to clean up the room. It wasn't ready yet! Ahhhh! Okay, so I ran off to the bathroom because well you know... and came back just in time for them to take me to the room. My water broke in the doorway. I said to my husband, "I am NOT getting rid of these new pajamas, but you can throw away the slippers." The nurse was calmly, TOO calmly, setting up the little bed, while I stripped and immediately lay on the bed. The bed was situated just so that I could see the mirror and could tell that it was time to push- I could see a head coming out of my body! Could no one else see that a head was coming out of my body? I could hear a voice in my head saying or screaming those things but no sound was coming out of my mouth. No one seemed to be looking and the midwife wasn't in the room. The nurse had her back turned but my husband was some how clued in by his EYES. "Um, the head? The baby? Coming?" my husband seemed to be saying somewhat urgently. The nurse whipped around and only mildly surprised helped deliver Lucy as the midwife walked in just in time. It was just one big push that I made no sound during which my baby came in to the world all beautiful and squishy and healthy. The midwife recommended that if there is a next time I just camp out at the hospital. Lucy was born only 5 min. past Midnight on Tuesday, December 6, 2011- 5 pounds 13 ounces.
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