Oh, Internet. She’s here. What did I ever do without her?
About 20 minutes after she was born, taking in the crazy lady who has been feeding her ice cream and burritos for the past 9 months.
Sadie Rose was born on 4/11/09 at 6pm on the dot, and was 7 lbs 9 oz, 20.5 inches long, and absolutely perfect. I cannot wait to share her whole birth story with you. It was amazing, fun, a little scary, empowering, and painful in all the best ways possible.
Sadie, your mama is a jackass. And – as she predicted – after this photo was taken, her contractions immediately started getting hellacious to teach her a lesson about making jokes in the delivery room.
This is the first opportunity I’ve had to get on the computer and check my blog/Flickr/email, and all of your lovely comments just sent me into another (ANOTHER!) hormonally-charged weepfest over my keyboard. Thank you, thank you, thank you a million times over. I want to reach through the screen and hug all of you (although you’d probably have to change your shirt afterwards).
Just to give you a quick recap of how it went until I have time to elaborate:
- Water broke at 11:50pm
- Got to hospital around 2am
- Triage nurse was a total, raging bitch of a woman
- FINALLY got into L&D room at 6am
- Contractions not progressing much on their own; got Pitocin at 11am
- Now those are some contractions!
- I soldier through contractions & increasing Pitocin until 2pm.
- I’m only 3-4 cm dilated but I cry uncle and get the epidural at 2:30pm. I always planned to get an epidural if need be, but I was hoping to hold out until I was dilated further. I’m a little disappointed in myself, but I don’t dwell on this for long because OMG FUCKING EPIDURAL WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
- I nap until 4:30pm. According to the monitor, my contractions have spaced apart further than they were earlier. I’m upset because I think I could have kept labor going at a faster clip if I had forgone epidural longer, but I know I would never be able to push if I hadn’t gotten some relief and rest.
- My blood pressure is really low. Brad looks worried.
- Midwife comes in at 4:50pm and asks if I want her to check my progress. I say sure, but I am convinced I’m probably still at around 4cm.
- She barely gets two seconds into the brewster check before saying, “Oh, wow – your baby is RIGHT THERE. You’re complete and ready to push!”
- I immediately get the excited anxiety shakes. The midwife and nurse get set up for delivery.
- I start pushing at 5pm. At the risk of sounding batshit crazy, I really like pushing. It’s challenging, and I like feeling as though I am actively working to bring this baby into the world. Let’s face it: up until this point, all I’d done is had sex, eaten burgers and gotten huge.
- I can feel the pressure of the baby’s head getting closer to the outside world. Weirdest/coolest fucking sensation I’ve ever experienced.
- The midwife tells me to lean back and give a final push. The head comes out. I feel her ears and nose pass through, and then what I thought were shoulders but I learn later was an elbow.
- Sadie is born at exactly 6pm on the dot. Her eyes are wide open, and she lets out a small squeal, and then a rousing chorus of cries. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
- They place her on my stomach. I’m a weeping fool. Brad cuts the cord. We’re a family.
The past few days have been a whirlwind of family, friends, nurses, hormonally-charged crying jags (“I love her soooo mu-hu-hu-hu-huuuuuuuch!”), diapers, breastfeeding (it’s working! Way to earn your keep, boobs!), and hours upon hours spent staring at our new baby girl.
Can you blame us?
Yeah, I didn’t think so.
More to come, Internet. My mom is here this week cooking & cleaning and being a doting grandma. I’m trying to get better about not hogging the baby & letting Mom have her share of warm-baby-head-nuzzling, and I’ll update again when I can.
Thanks, you guys. Once again, my cup runneth over.
And over, and over, and over.
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