I have been in labor for hours....I started labor the morning of the 12th of October. It was manageable...just contractions that were steady...and I swore they were false labor because I was not due for a couple weeks yet. That day I had a very long and important specialist appointment with my three year old son and during the appointment I had to run up and down the room with him. All the through the appointment I was having contractions and the doctor was worried about me..I told him I was fine it was all false. They got stronger through the day and I was getting so tired but they were 'false' so I needed to keep sucking it up! When I woke up early early the next morning and they were still going strong I knew I was probably not in false labor...and that was it I was going to have a baby at some point that day!
So fast forward to mid afternoon on the 13th of October 2010...my water has been broken and the contractions have just jumped up to a new level so intense I can't quite remember how to breathe and I am just wildly grasping for hands to hold to get me through....This is a labor I have not experienced before! With my first baby I had to 'manually' push him out. It was horrible. He did NOT come out on his own. With this second labor the baby was coming and my body was along for the ride. However as things got happenin we realized there were some complications. Baby was coming out with his or her arm above their head and because of the horrific labor I had had with my first baby and things not being healed correctly we needed doctor intervention and things got a little panicky for a couple minutes....
I remember being sternly told NOT to PUSH but I felt like I couldn't help it...people were telling me to breathe and breathe and the doctor was cutting things and asking me questions I really didn't want to answer as I was trying to manage this not pushing thing in the most crazy moment of my life to that point...I remember the doctor saying..'If this baby is a boy this head of hair is a huge waste.' Because the baby was RIGHT THERE and they just needed to get him/her out. Well they did get HER out and up she came to me.
She was such a sweet precious tiny little girl with a head of black hair. It was all so different from my first and quite traumatizing birth where I gave birth to a long baby with blonde hair and was not able to nurse or even given the option for hours. He was just whisked away.
The sweet moment was this:
Out came my baby and in all the chaos and confusion of me being told I needed emergency surgery and specialists coming in my baby barely cried she just came up to my chest, curled right up and started nursing. She put her little hand up to her face and was just the sweetest most precious cuddly miracle I could ever comprehend. It was such an amazingly sweet moment.
I kept exclaiming to my midwife that she was nursing!! And she kept assuring me that was how it supposed to be and that she might do that for an hour and she did. She just happily nursed and cuddled and looked around with her sweet eyes and I was in awe.
I was taken away for surgery after that and the rest of the day is a blur...but that right there was such a sweet moment in my life. I will never forget it.
The last picture, your eyes, your smile - says it all. And elise is the tinyiest little button of a thing. What a precious moment. Xo
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