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Well, inquisitive reader, let me answer. I am a wife, a mom and I have chronic bad hair. I like made uppy words and Unnecessary Capitalization. If you know who the guy in the bottom right picture is, you're probably my best friend. Also, I own several Edward dolls which I write about HERE. No, I don't use drugs. By the way, if your love canned tomatoes, visit my stash HERE.

Monday, February 22, 2010

A sappy recount of the birth of my baby

It was a quiet night, when suddenly I was awake, gripping my bulging belly.

“I think I’m in labor!” I cried to Lance. I glanced at the clock. A red 3:30 glared at me. I laboriously made my way out of the bed to the phone and called the hospital.

“What do I do?” I asked the nurse. “I’ve never been in natural labor.” I listened to her advice and after thanking her, I hung up. Turning to Lance I repeated what she said.

“I should take some Tylenol and a bath, but since I hate baths I think I’ll take a shower and then I’m going to do the dishes and vacuum the floor.” Lance blinked groggily at me.

“You’re going to what?”

“Shower, dishes, floor.” I was determined as all psycho nesting mothers are.

So after a shower, I washed the dishes and Lance vaccuumed the floor. We sat and timed my contractions. They were only 8 minutes apart, but the pain was getting worse.

Lance called his parents around 5:00 a.m. “You’d better come on, it looks like the baby will be here soon.”

Lance convinced me to lay down again, assuring me the house was clean enough for company. I managed to nap between contractions but the pain was so intense that I had to get up on my hands and knees and breathe through the contractions. My main fear was not getting an epidural.

I convinced Lance to call a lady in our church to come over and stay with my daughter, Emma, so we could go to the hospital. The pain was now taking my breath away. That epidural was my prize now. Sally, a church member, arrived at 7:15 and after showing her Emma’s clothes, breakfast and other pertinent items, we made our way to the car.

I had fancied a Bojangles biscuit before heading to the hospital, but the four times I had to stop my tour of the kitchen with Sally to get on my hands and knees and breathe convinced me to head to the hospital NOW.

We made our way to the delivery ward with me in a wheelchair and my pillow, suitcase and video camera all perched precariously next to my bulging belly contracting all the while. Passing by the Admitting desk, the clerk took one look at me and said, “Go on, honey. Daddy can come back down and fill out the paperwork.” I grunted out a thanks and we were off again.

We made it up to the tiny labor ward and the two nurses sighed as they saw us. Apparently, there were four other women in labor and only the two of them. I glanced at my watch. 7:30 a.m. Lance went to finish my admittance paperwork while I slowly got undressed and put on the sexy gown the nurse handed me. I think I asked her at least four times if I could have an epidural now, please. She called my doctor as the other nurse checked my dilation. I was now dilated 5 centimeters. The nurse on the phone said my doctor was on his way, and that the blessed anesthesiologist was also on his way, that he would be here within the hour. It was now 8:00 and Lance hurriedly rushed into the room. I will never ever ever forget the expression on his face as the nurses checked me again and said, “We have no time for an epidural because you are a 10 and you need to push.”

I vaguely remember crying, because the idea of natural labor terrified me. I had never prepared for that, never wanted that, didn’t take the stupid classes that taught me how to breathe. This was just all wrong.

The meaner of the two nurses approached me and got right in my face. She told me that she was going to help me bring this baby into the world and would tell me what to do. I think I apologized for the way my breath smelled, I can’t quite remember. But I do know that she was mean and bossy enough to tell me when to breathe and as she was being mean and bossy, the other nurse was getting the room ready for our little girl. We kept glancing at the door, hoping my doctor was going to be there, but it was just us.

Suddenly I felt, horror of horrors, that I was going to poop on myself, the fear of all laboring women. I said, “Um, I think something’s happening…” and suddenly I felt the hot splash of my water breaking.

The next moment, I felt the need to push like never before. My child’s head shot out and the nurses were shouting to me to NOT push. I remember asking, “HOW THE HECK DO YOU NOT PUSH?!” They said, “Pant like a dog!” So I panted like a dog. I do remember glancing up at Lance who had his mouth hanging open and eyes as big as saucers and shouting “DO SOMETHING!” Poor Lance.

I looked up at that ceiling and panted like a dog. Occasionally animal sounds came out of my mouth and I just HAD to push, ya’ll ladies know. Finally after this went on FOREVER the nurse said, “Ok, you can push.” And my doctor walked in.

One push later, a squirming, icky baby emerged, much to my relief.

It was 8:32 a.m. and my sweet Adelyn had just breathed for the first time.

She was a honkin huge baby. 8 lbs 11 ozs. 21 inches long. All natural, not one bit of drugs, not counting the Tylenol from the dingbat nurse who told me that would help.

Addie is now four today. She is the funniest, blondest, wiriest, sweetest, most ornery kid there is. She can make you laugh, make you pull your hair out, make you sit and cuddle with her and try to mentally burn in the moments when she wraps her arms around your neck and squeezes.

This morning she got out of bed, padded her way across the room to me and tugged on my shirt. “Mama, is it my birthday?” she asked in her raspy morning voice.

I scooped her up, squeezed her tight and said “Yes.”

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I wrote this post two years ago, the day Addie turned four.  She was this skinny little wiry thing with her thumb in her mouth and twirling her hair.

And now she's six.  Six going on 26.  Tall and willowy.  Blond haired and blue eyed.  She looks not a lick like me.  If I wasn't there when she was born, I'd think they switched babies on me.
She’s got a wicked sense of humor. She’ll cut a joke and look at you out of the corner of her eye with a grin, just waiting to see if you got it. 

Addie doesn’t walk. She skips.  Everywhere and everyday.

I pray that my child will bring joy to people. That as she skips into the room, states something completely obvious, “You have blue hair. Are you really old?”, that the subject in question will stoop down to her level and pick up some of the life that radiates from Addie.

So happy birthday, Sweet Pea.

15 comments:

Melinda said...

That made me cry a little. : ) Happy Birthday to your little one.

LaraBoBara said...

Your story terrified me. Dear God, please let me have an epidural when Little Bit arrives.

Also, your baby shares a birthday with my niece and nephew!! WHee!

Kristi said...

SO SWEET. i just cried. my little one turned 1 last wed.

angie128 said...

I was doing just fine reading your post until the "no time for the epidural" part.

That's when I fainted.

But I regained consciousness just in time for the sweet baby happy birthday wishes part.

And I'm feeling much better now.

Shauna said...

what a sweet post. i see you left out your induction techniques... tee hee. happy birthday little miss addie, and congrats, mom and dad.

The Pipster said...

Happy Birthday to Addie. What a labor of love :)

Shell said...

Happy birthday to your little girl!

Your labor sounds a lot like my first. Was a 10 when I got to the hospital and no time for an epidural. I wasn't even technically admitted until after he was born.

And ALL THREE OF MY KIDS- look not a thing like me.

K said...

Aw such a nice post! Happy Birthday to you little one!
Stopping by from SITS :)

Creative Junkie said...

omg, that was funny and so incredibly sweet! You have me somewhere between a laugh and a sniffle.

Happy birthday to your little sweet pea!

Maria said...

Happy birthday Addie! Stopping by from SITS! Happy Monday!

Sara said...

Hi. This post both terrifes me AND made me teary. Although that could be the PMS. Happy Birthday to your little girl!!

The Retired One said...

Wow..I was panting right along with you for a while there, reading your description of the birth!
When I had my first, I yelled for a nurse to say I felt like pushing and NOONE CAME because they were all at the end of the hall delivering a baby in the back OF A CAR!!! I finally got an orderly to notice and he said the same thing..."don't push! there are no nurses here just now!" My husband wasn't in the room at the time either...YIKES...! Finally someone came and I had almost birthed her all alone in my hospital room.

Jenny Bunny said...

First I got scared... Then gagged a little... Then at the end you got me all choked up.

You are good.

Jenny Bunny said...

I'm a day late, but Happy Birthday, Addie anyway!

Kamryn said...

According to the most recent pics of the girls (which Mom doesn't have by the way!), Addie DOES look like you. Cover her forehead and hair and you'll see. Do the same for Emma and she looks very much like Lance now.

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