Now Ms. Sugarpants (who rocks) is hoping to encourage Mini Temporarily Me out of the incubator. (Mini T -- it's time to come out Little One. Your mom wants her body back.) In a sort of online shower sort of way, Karen has asked people to share their delivery stories.
Pregnancy and I did not agree. I decided I was going to go on status quo (minus drinking and smoking) and the Pregnancy decided on Hypertension. I swelled up like the GoodYear Blimp and gained 80 lbs.
I remember the last few weeks of the pregnancy well. I'd been hospitalized for hypertension at 36 weeks and was getting regular ultrasounds. I clearly remember looking over and seeing 8 pounds 10 ounces. I'd asked the nurse if that was the projected weight for the baby.
She said no.
She said that was the weight at that moment.
I had four weeks to go. I cried a little. And I worried about my poor vagina.
I decided that Buddy needed out and he needed out right then and there. But the tech, and the nurse and the doc. said no. Buddy wasn't cooked. So every day, when he would roll himself up in to some awkward position, I'd press down gently and say "It's time to come out now." And inside he would laugh and kick and sing "But I'm not cooked yet."
Then I was put on rest. No shopping at Christmas. Amazon was new, but they were all I had. Every body got books. I was sure he was going to come at Christmas. Nope. Then Boxing Day... nope. Then I tried to con The Man into having sex with me. No dice. I would have scrubbed the kitchen floor on all fours. But I was on rest. Damn it. I was depressed and I was anxious. And I worried about my vagina.
To be fair I was worried about breast feeding, swollen feet, stretch marks, being a mom, the next 20 years, and the next 20 days, and I was worried about my vagina too.
Then on the 29th, we were going for a nap. I got up to pee -- then felt a gush. My water broke. No contractions. So I walked around for a bit. Called my doctor. He told me to go to the hospital. But I new given my Strep B status that the would induce. So I took a shower, and I let The Man sleep. We rolled four hours later. Then the nurse and the doc and the techs finally agreed, he was cooked. They started the induction. Sigh.
But Buddy wasn't convinced. We wandered around birthing unit. The lovely nurse gave me the oxytocin and the pitocin and I got contractions and I hated her. Then she gave me the pain meds. And I wanted them all to come live with me... I used to work there. One hell of a good trip if I do say so. With a bit of extreme technological assistance.
The Boy was born 23 hours after my water broke. December 29 at 14:14. He weighed 9lbs 12 oz. It was a difficult birth for me physically (just a bit of a hemorrhage) for The Man emotionally. It was not a good scene. Yes, The Boy was totally worth it.
Now he's a big tall kid, who runs around and does goofy things that make us laugh. He's changed everything. And we are totally ok with that.
