"I know there are peas in here somewhere...
...if I could just get this pod open!"
" Aha! I found one!"
:::munch, munch, munch:::
"I wonder how many I can shove in my mouth at one time?"
"Oh, where are my manners? Would you like one, mommy?"
Molly's note: Check out the full birth story at the link above - and while you're over there, check out the rest of Kristin's blog . She has a lot of good stuff to say. Thanks for sharing your story, Kristin!
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I won't say it was easy, because it wasn't, but I don't think it was quite as hard as I was expecting.
In a way, it was liberating. There was no stressing over whether or not to have dessert or feeling rotten about taking that second slice of cake. There was no counting calories or worrying about fat content. I just focused on one thing: No sugar.
Friday I woke up with a nasty headache and what felt like the flu. My whole body hurt, from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. I called my Mom for a pep talk and she encouraged me to drink plenty of water and just power through the detox. I felt slightly like a drug-addict calling for support to avoid a relapse.
We had a birthday party to attend on Sunday and that was pretty tough. I had a hamburger and hotdog with no condiments and no bread (they both have sugar in them!) and had to watch everyone eat yummy cake and my favorite kind of ice cream.
Here comes the good part.
I did not leave my daughter unsupervised while I ran to check my email on Saturday. Which means I did not return a minute later to find her eating a blue toddler crayon. Which also means I did not spend the rest of the afternoon scraping blue bits out of her teeth. Not meeeee!
As many of you know, I'm all about bugs, snakes and mice. So the other morning when I caught Peanut crushing a beetle with her little finger, I did not shriek at the top of my lungs and cause her to burst into tears. As a calm, caring mother, I like to foster my little girl's interests, whether they be dirtry, squirmy bugs or princess tea parties.
Sunday morning, I did not
force try to convince Peanut to wear a matching headband with her pretty little sailor dress. And if I did try to make her wear said headband, I would never take pictures of her miserably trying to rip the headband from her hair head. I mean, what kind of mother would I be?
So what has everyone else not been doing this week? I'd love to hear!
Peanut thought so too.
See? Perfect for tiny hands.
After on and off couch sleeping being awoke by contractions, taking three different hot showers, and throwing up in my kitchen sink, we arrived at the hospital around 5:00am. My husband wanted to make sure this was “the real thing” so he left our bags in the car which I brought “ just in case.” After finding out I was 4cm dilated, my husband asked the nurse, “ So is this it?” (Bless his heart, he really didn’t know!) I’m just telling him, “ Go get the stuff babe and hurry yourself up!!” I gave my nurse my birth plan, which explained that I didn’t want an IV or anything hooked up to me. She was so wonderful and respectful of my wishes and let me do as I pleased.
I walked around, sat on the birth ball, and spent a lot of time in the tub. The water was a lifesaver. It felt amazing. I focused on my breathing and kept telling myself that I could do it, I am strong, the Lord is with me. My husband and nurses were wonderful supporters. I had nurses bringing me cold wash rags, water, helping me get in and out of the tub, and everything. I was in and out of the tub for the majority of the time. It really helped me control the pain.
I labored in different positions for about three hours until things really picked up and I was like, “ I need to push!! I can’t help myself!!” The doctor checked me and I was 8 cm. dilated. Hearing that made me so unbelievably happy! I knew that something was actually happening! I sat on the birth ball for a while, bouncing up and down, walked around a lot, and did lots of squatting. At one point, I was squatting and I peed on the floor, all over my doula’s shoes. (Sorry about that!) I probably peed an entire liter worth. I remember saying, “ I’m peeing! I’m peeing! I can’t control it, it’s just coming out!!!” And my sweet doctor said to me, “That’s okay Samantha. You might even poop and that’s okay too.” And I just looked at him with such a blank face and said, “Oh, I know it is.”
Then, I really needed to start pushing. I wanted to stay off the bed as long as possible(whoever thought pushing while laying down was a good idea??) but finally ended up on the bed. It was so uncomfortable and made pushing more difficult, but at this point I just didn’t care. I pushed for an hour or so and became so physically tired. I had no energy. I actually told the doctors I wanted to take a nap and come back to pushing. Ha!
I managed to find every last bit of strength and energy I had to push and push. I don’t even remember much of the pushing stage because I was so tired and out of it. It’s all a blur to me at this point. I remember things started to finally progress and the doctors had to give me oxygen at one point. That was pretty scary for me, breathing into a plastic thing, but apparently I wasn’t giving enough oxygen to my baby. I was pushing so hard but not taking enough oxygen in. It was a blur to me, but I faintly remember words of “ she needs to breath more” and my doula was encouraging me to take deep breaths. My doctor encouraged me to touch his head so I could feel how close I was. I felt it and immediately got a burst of energy to push as hard as I could.
After 90 minutes of pushing, he finally came!! I wanted him immediately on my chest, but the umbilical cord was so short that he had to lie on the lower half of my stomach. Even though it was only a minute until my husband cut the cord, it was sill so hard for me to wait to hold him! Once I was able to hold him and I knew that he was safe and healthy, I knew my world as I know it was complete.
Labor is a beautiful and empowering experience. Yes, it hurt, but truth be told, I was so tired that I don’t even remember it hurting that bad. It’s funny how somehow, you almost forget the pain. I remember asking my doula later on after he was born if I acted liked it hurt, because I can’t remember any vivid feelings of the pain. She told me I was definitely in a lot of pain and it definitely hurt! By the grace of God, I was able to deliver my baby boy exactly how I imagined it and I’m so thankful for that!