Where has the time gone. My baby girl is going to be 7 weeks on sunday. It makes me sad. Today we had our final midwife visit. I hated saying goodbye (or see you in a 3-4 years, i hope- If its sooner... it was a big oups) But i LOVE my midwife. DD is a porker (dont tell her i said that). She was born at 7.2 and 7 weeks later is a whopping 11.8lbs. She sure does love her milk.
I thought i would share with you a bit about my labour. I had a home birth complete with midwives and DoulaS. It was my second home birth and i can honestly say.... i think im addicted. Is that crazy? The whole experience was FUN. Of course a little uncomfortable but quite honestly both were some of the most enjoyable experiences of my life.
I have a track record of delivering babies on Sunday AND willing them out. I was determined to have my DS on his fathers 30th birthday, which was also his due date and a sunday. Well i did just that. With DD same thing. I was aiming for a sunday. Preferably sooner then later. Sundays are family days. Both my DH's family and mine dont work on sundays. They make an event out of it and hang out at my moms house around the corner waiting. Well they got to do just that. I spoke to my mom on saturday night and she told me she felt it was going to be the next day. I laughed at her and made plans to go out for breakfast cause i felt FINE!! That was 10pm. At 1030 i got a cramp. At 1012 i got another... this continued till about 11ish. Literally a small cramp. I had an odd feeling about these "cramps" so decided to go to bed. Well at 1 when they didnt go away but werent more then a dull ache i called my midwife and my doula (who was UP NORTH at a cottage only available by boat - but i knew ahead of time and wanted her to go. i had great friends as back ups ). I was told to wait and get some rest which amazingly i did. At 430 i woke up, rolled over and HELLO!!! sheesh these things were getting a bit worse. After a bathroom break and YELLING for DH who was sleeping and clueless of anything (sorry but its true).. it was time to make the call.. a call he decided to make half asleep saying to the midwife i was "HAVING the baby" not that i was in labour causing her to have a mild heart attack lol. I called my friends and my photographer. no answer.. this was the day that somehow everyones phones were either off, silent or not close to them. SO... i called my dedicated doula who was 3 hrs away and she got in a boat to get to her car and drove to be with me.
When my midwife got to the house just after 5am i was 4 cm and my cervix was thin. my bedroom was all set and ready to go. Same sheets i had delivered my son on too. Keep in mind DS was still asleep in his room, not a clue what was happening. I laboured great with DH as my Doula (lol) and he really really was an amazing coach. We laughed, he made coffee and toast and all hung out upstairs just waiting. at 730 DS woke up and came to see me. i struggled with not appearing in pain but i didnt want to scare him. I called my mom to cancel breakfast and to come and pick up my DS. She arrived just after 8 and just as my midwife checked me and discovered i was 9cm. YIKES! really... that was fast. Both my mom and dad came into my room and visit but before they both started crying. Before i had another contraction i asked them to leave QUICKLY. My mom asked my midwife how much longer and she said "ah well, i think you will have a new family member by 10am" no pressure or anything.
My back up support finally arrived just 15 minutes before my doula made it in the door from up north. MY GOSH i was sooooo happy to see them. My water still hadnt broken despite trying the tub, toilet, squat stool, all 4's, on my back, you name it i tried it. the pressure was intense but i always had a break in between. Only thing was that i needed to make a decision as to if i wanted to have my water broken or not. Here is that part that i loved having them there. My brain was mush. i didnt know if i did or didn't. i wanted everything to happen on its own but knew i was so close that it could just be what got things OUT. My Doula was there to help me best decide that yes... im 9cm breaking my water wasnt evasive and most likely going to make things move a lot faster. i may have had a small bit of regression but maybe not. Decision made. They broke my water at 930am.
Now comes the strange part. Everything eased off. i got a bit of a break. my midwife kept asking if i felt i needed to push. Nope i didnt. With my DS i pushed for almost 4 hrs. it was horrible. so i was all ready for that to happen again. after chit chatting about what was happening. it turned out. I JUST DIDNT WANT TO PUSH. seriously!!.. I had to convince myself to push. crazy i know. i tried a bunch of different positions but in the end, ended up flat on my back. DD was born au natural at 1020am. 2 of my best friends (one who so happened to be my doula and the other an amazing momma friend) by my side. My DH who was suppose to catch DD but i had him in a head lock that he wasnt able to escape, and my amazing midwives. We didnt know the babes gender ahead of time and all secretly wanted a girl. Tears flowed when DH finally said we had a girl and as they placed her right on my chest i just cried. Everything was PERFECT. No tearing, placenta in tact and i felt amazing. My photographer finally made it, sadly 20 min late but it didnt matter. We called the family to come over, (not telling them the gender yet) I had my shower and went downstairs to introduce my lil baby girl to her family. AND to eat lunch.. I WAS STARVING. DS was home in perfect time for his nap (YES, these are the things i think about!!!) and took a great 2.5 hr one even with all the excitement and commotion. Thats it. That was my morning of Sunday July 8th. An absolutely perfect day.
That night DD was UP SOO many times of course, why wouldnt she be. It was funny because DH said to me "what are you suppose to do?" i had fed her (the lil bits she could drink of colostrum) changed her, and in the end even after going through it before my answer was "i dont know" he laughed at me and said "what do you mean? You teach babies how to sleep." Ummmm yes... but shes less then 24hrs old... by day 4 when my milk came in, My DD's sleep nurturing program began and thats where i am today. Still guiding her in the right path. Its not a perfect path by any means. Its quite bumpy with a lot of forks in the road. BUT its a lot smoother then the first time i attempted it without a road map.
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