When my labor started early in the morning of Jan 16th, I got up and
started making the muffins I had signed up to bring to the church
potluck. Haha- those never made it there. I remember my husband being
outside preparing the vehicle for what seemed like a long time ;-) Then
the contractions became more intense and I needed to focus. With each
contraction, I would leave my 5 and 4 year old in the kitchen and circle
the coffee table singing a song. The songs varied to keep them from
getting annoyingly repetitive. Haha. I remember when I called my husband
in and told him I needed him. I remember calling him again saying I was
serious. He was my steady hand holder for each of my deliveries. The midwife student came and checked me and we decided to head to the hospital as I was 7cm dialated.
I was able to sing through a couple more contractions at admitting and in the
room. Then I remember the distinct contraction where I just had to let
out my primal moan. I had two or three of those and then got in the tub.
After reading to prepare for labor, I had a strong desire to feel and be
aware of feeling my baby coming out. As got into that tub I felt it! I
said clearly "This baby is coming now!" Then I slowly eased her out,
feeling her head as it emerged. I was really a sweet experience.
I had great people around me (husband, midwife student and midwife) and a lovely delivery. Still hard, but it was all I had hoped for.
Now my 1 and a half year old is crying for me. Off I go.
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