So here’s the rundown, for those of you who care…I went to the doctor Thursday morning and he gave me what I thought was discouraging news. So I decided to make it a normal day as much as possible, since as far as I was concerned, I certainly wasn’t having a baby anytime soon. I ran some errands, gave the boys haircuts and bathed them, baked banana bread, and made blueberry crumble for dessert.
We had friends over for Bible study, where one (male) friend prophetically told me that I couldn’t go another day pregnant.
After everyone went home, contractions started in earnest around 9:45. We called my friend Erin around 11, and when she arrived we were off to the hospital, pulling up at exactly midnight. After triage determined that yes, in fact, I was in labor, we were ushered to a delivery room around 1 A.M. Epidural was ordered, IV was put in, labwork done…etc. The anesthesiologist arrived and did the epi. I’m not sure what time it was at this point, but suffice it to say that the pain meds didn’t have time to “take” completely. Contractions took over and did their work, and by 2:15 I was ordered to start pushing.
I was a little discouraged by how long I had to push. I didn’t understand why it was taking so long compared to three pushes for Jonathan’s birth. When Maddie finally arrived forty or so minutes later, I felt huge gratification when the doctor said, “This is a HEAVY baby.” I laughed as the doctors and nurses made me feel better with, “and that is a LONG cord!” “and that is a BIG placenta!”. So that’s why I couldn’t breathe…it makes perfect sense now….
She’s doing great — nursing well and eating like a horse.