“Let me ‘splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up…”
I last wrote mid November. Really, there wasn’t much going on because, let’s face it, the holidays were approaching. The due date was approaching. Nothing was happening and why get too excited over something that may or may not happen when it was supposed to.
Until it did.
I could write my birth story, but again, I will sum up. On Monday the 26, I went for a dose of Cervidil. We packed bags just in case, nothing happened. I went home and had a fabulous steak dinner. Who knew that’d be my last meal for over 24 hours. That night around 915, my water broke. The trip to the hospital included shakes, contractions, and singing along to Justin Beiber. As the next 26 hours progressed, it included walking laps in the labor ward, stadol, pitocin, epidural, cervical regression, and finally a c section.
I didn’t have the birthing experience I wanted, even though I said I had no expectations. But once the water breaks and you have a ticking clock to get the baby out, it’s just time. I was exhausted, not having eaten in over 24 hours, not having slept more than 2 hours over the course of that day… there was no way I could’ve physically pushed out a baby at that point anyways.
But what happened was the most amazing experience of hearing a baby cry as she was pulled from me. And having her snuggle up on my chest. And coming home and looking at Mr. Lulu and saying “Can you believe they let us bring her home?”
The Raptor is a week old now. She was born November 27, 2012 at 11pm. She was 17 3/4 inches long and weighed just 7 pounds 3 ounces. She’s a tiny raptor.