Monday, 5 September 2011
The Speedy Arrival of One Little Miss
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that the time has seem to flown by . . . Little Miss has been in a state of hurriedness since she arrived first thing in the morning 4 years ago.
It all started over the Labour Day long weekend four year ago. Well, okay fine, technically it started about nine months or so before but this post is not about that, so we will just skip to the chase.
I finished work on the Friday and Brad and I headed out to the cottage to visit my parents on the Sunday. The entire weekend I was uncomfortable . . . the only way I could describe what I was feeling . . . it felt like I was sitting on a head.
Early Tuesday morning I wake up with cramps . . . the ones that most women have experienced at one point or another when they have their period. Along with the cramping came . . . well hum . . . let's just say I spent a great deal of time resting on the toilet and there was no worry about my shitting myself when I finally went to deliver.
So there I was around 4 in the morning, camping out on the toilet, when I figured out that I was probably in labour. My handy dandy midwife binder told me just what to do . . . it said during the early stages of labour to take two Tylenol, take two Gravol and lay down for a nap. So, I did just that.
Only, there was not a chance in hell I was going to nap. At this point I began to have a wee bit of a minor freak out . . . seriously, if it hurt like hell this early . . . so much so that I could not nap . . . how was going actually going to be when the time came to squeeze this kid out. At that point, I figured I would have to be heavily drugged and I was A-okay with that!
I gave up on the nap and continued to find some sort of comfort on the toilet. Yes, I would doze on the toilet between contractions.
Around 5 am I could no longer do it on my own. I walked in and woke up Brad. My god, he sat up like a shot, the most wide awake I had ever seen him at 5 am and began rhyming off all of the things he thought he had to do at that very moment.
I laughed and told him to relax and start timing me. After an hour of timing we decided it was time to call our midwives. They would come to our home, help me as a laboured and follow us to the hospital when it was time. The phone call made, now all I had to do was wait for the cavalry to arrive in an hour or so.
Apparently an hour was too long of a wait. By 6:30 I was totally fighting the urge to push. There we were, Brad and I, hanging out in our bathroom . . . me on the toilet . . . him looking a wee bit freaked trying to get me to squeeze his hand rather than push. I can say with 100% certainty that squeezing a persons hand does not in anyway provide relief when the body is telling you to push that sucker out . . . not at all!
Finally, I hear the door . . . my midwife has arrive . . . never have I been so happy to see someone in my life. Debbie takes a quick peak to make certain that I wasn't about to to squeeze out a baby into the toilet and then tells me that I need to head to the bed so that she can check me.
Apparently I was already 10 cm and that baby was coming . . . right then. Well Debbie did say that I could try and head to the hospital but we all had a pretty good feeling that baby was not in the mood to wait and I so did not want to be that lady who pops out a kid on the side of the highway.
Interestingly, the only thing that freaked me out about a home birth was my mattress . . . I did not want to ruin my mattress . . . those things are expensive and I was about to go down to half of my salary and we could NOT afford a new one. Debbie laughed at me and Brad told me that that was honestly the least of my worries at that time.
My second sweet midwife arrives just as I am beginning to actually allow myself to push that kidlet out. She runs into my room, tears the comforter off of my bed and jumps up beside me all the time encouraging me. What can I say Kristy totally rocked as a midwife.
It was all over by 8:20 in the morning. I finally pushed out my first baby, my baby girl, and I was in love. I was also very proud of myself. Not only did I deal with a completely unexpected home birth but I also dealt with it all without any pain medication.
I am so not one of those woman who forgot the pain when I looked at my baby. To this day, I will tell anyone who asks how much it hurt . . . a pain like no other . . but it was worth it because I got my babies.
So there is it, the arrival of my Little Miss, from the start at 3 am to the finish at 8:20 am.
What about you? How was your first delivery? What you imagined or as far from it as possible?