The day is here, my baby is one year old today. (And yes, she is still drinking bottles, carry on now.) She doesn’t look any older than she did yesterday. I dare say, she doesn’t look a day over 11 months old. But alas, it has been one whole year since her eventful birth.
This is where I am going to recount my birth story, it’s a mommy thing. You don’t have to read it. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Last year, I went into the hospital on the 25th to be induced. Four babies, and all of them had to be served eviction papers to vacate the womb. I hate the induction process because you are tied down to the bed while they poke you and prod you and run iv’s, etc. It is terribly uncomfortable, and then they expect you to sleep all night to “rest up”. Yeah, that never happens. If not because of the discomfort, then because of the excitement! Abe, on the other hand, has no problem snoring up the whole maternity floor. Good for him.
So, of course I didn’t get any sleep, and the next morning they decided to start the pitocin. That is the medication that causes the ungodly contractions. I was tolerating it pretty well, so they decided to up the dose which had me doubled over in pain and ready for the epidural. The back pain was what was hurting the most.
Here’s where it gets fun.
I got the epidural, and my back pain went away. Hallelu-yerr! But……I still felt every single sensation below the belly button. I told my nurse, but she seemed to believe I was mistaken. She checked me, as I was wincing in pain, and still was unconvinced that my epidural was not working properly. She told me to push the epidural button as much as I felt I needed, that it would give me a little extra relief.
We cranked that baby like crazy. My back pain, as I said, was completely gone. But the contractions, the pressure, everything else was 110% natural and unmedicated.
During one check, when they wanted to break my water, they noticed that Sara had her hand on top of her head. They decided not to break the water because they thought the hand may come out first and complicate the birth.
That’s what I wanted to hear. Complications.
Things moved really quickly after that. At my next cervical check, my water broke. They said I was at about a 6, but with the water breaking, I felt the heavy pressure building up fast. Abe told the nurse that I tend to dilate pretty quickly and that she should call the doctor. She hesitated, but called my doctor so she could come soon.
It was less than twenty minutes after my last check, when I measured only 6cm dilated, that I told Abe I felt like I needed to push. The nurse, who was perfectly lovely and very sweet, seemed to doubt my Spidey senses. She offered to check me again, and then seemed astounded when I was fully dilated and the baby’s head was near crowning.
Funny how a mama who has had three previous babies tends to know when “It’s time”.
Now, mind you, my epidural was failing me. It took away the back pain, yes. But it was not my back giving birth. We were quickly told that I may have a “window” in my epidural. “CLOSE THE WINDOW!!!!” But there was no closing of that window. I was oh so privileged to experience a completely unmedicated birth. Well, unmedicated where it counts. Unmedicated where you don’t want it to be unmedicated.
It burned. I won’t go into any more detail, but I could have puked or passed out from the pain.
When Sara was finally born, she didn’t cry. She didn’t make any noise. She was quickly whisked away and the on call pediatrician was called in “stat”. I was so light headed, the room was spinning and the voices sounded distant. I heard one of the nurses ask Abe to stop filming the baby. I knew that wasn’t good.
I felt myself ask if she was okay, it all felt like a foggy dream.
After what felt like an hour, I heard baby noises. Abe told me she was fine, but I sensed doubt in his voice. Do you see her left arm in that picture? How it’s held straight down and not pulled up or moving? They suspected a broken clavicle. I thought back to when they were going to break my water and her hand was on her head, wondering if that is what caused the problem. X-rays were ordered, and finally, I was handed my precious little girl.
It is unfair to judge a mama’s hair and makeup after over 24 hours of labor and a particularly painful and stressful delivery, by the way.
She was born weighing exactly 9lbs. To my shock and delight, she was also born with dark hair. The trend in my babies seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, so we were all surprised at the little chicana baby!
The x-rays showed no fractures, so the pediatrician diagnosed her with having a “stinger injury”, something common in football players. Her arm slowly began moving and gaining mobility. What a relief!
We came home two days later, to a house full of siblings that already loved her to pieces. What’s not to love?
It is so hard to believe that this was one whole year ago! Now she is standing up and cruising around the house, giggling at her Noey and chasing the kitties. Babies grow up in the blink of an eye!
Happy Birthday, Saraphina! You are going to change the world, you have already made mine a better place.