To know someone is to know their history, the stories that are part of them. I think I may keep with this theme for awhile…or not. Only time will tell.
Childbirth. Thought this was appropriate due to my oldest birth child graduating today. Designation, birth child because I have three step children which is another story.
Christmas day 18 years ago my daughter was born. That kid. Not ready till she was ready. Went to a midwife and her office to have both of my kids. Never went near a hospital except for the official ultrasound.
Let me back up to before the birth. My aunt provided birth kits to several midwives in the area and suggested a midwife once she heard I was pregnant. Hmmm. Ok. I did not want to have a little one in my home, for me that was to much and my house was messy (weird the thought process that you go thru). One of my aunts clients had/has a office by a beautiful lake, Lakeside Birth Center. The checkups and birth can happen there. One stop shopping. Then to tell my husband. His answer was “no way”, you will bleed out. Erm. Ok…as with many things marriage…I put my head down and pushed forward. So “we” planned to have this baby by the lake.
So back to the day of the birth. The kid was two weeks late from her due date, so I had to pick a day, since she wasn’t coming on her own. Christmas Eve was the chosen date. Set up the stockings in our bedroom before leaving the house. Left the oldest step daughter in charge of the youngers and off my husband and I went to have this baby.
Arrived. About 600pm. The midwife broke my water. Then labor began. So THAT is what it feels like? Completely and horribly sucked. Whos fucking idea waa this? Lol. Variety of pushing, walking, grunting and probably cursing. Took a couple of Tylenol for the pain (wtf?). At 12:12am on 12/24 my daughter was born at 8lbs 7oz. Oh, she was and is a beauty…couple hours later we were on the road back home. Arriving at home about 400am Christmas day. The timeline gets a bit fuzzy…but I think we woke all the step kids up to show them their new little sister and to check out the stockings and presents.
My birth son. His birth was very similar. Same location and midwife. Decide to not wait till he was past due unlike my daughter. The day he was due we made the appointment to have him. Went and had lunch, never have fish and chips before giving birth. Showed up. Broke the water. Labor started at 8pm. Lost the fish and chips about 930 at a guess. My son was born at 12:08am at 7lbs 8oz after 4 hours of labor. No tylenol this time (I am a beast).
He was born, covered with goop. Looking a little like a garden gnome. His ears were not quite in the right spot, due to the tight squeeze. He also had his dads hairline, or not much of it, but oh so cute. The step daughter watched her little sister while the birth happened and the step sons were required to live with their mother in Italy at that time, they didn’t see him till much later.
So that is a piece of me.
Tell me a story.