|Mim and her godfather. He'd been dancing with |
and she fell asleep.
I'd been in what I was calling "pre-emptive labor" for eight weeks before Mim was born. It's kind of like the training you need to do before you go and run a 5K race--except that when I got to the race part I took a short cut through a briar patch. That's how I give birth; and I'd rather go through eight weeks of labor and an hard, fast delivery than go through a 20hour labor and delivery.
Anyway. I'd woken up Thursday morning with a feeling--the one that says "in the next two days." By dinner time I was mildly disappointed that I hadn't gone into labor yet, but around 8pm I noticed a subtle change in the contractions. They were becoming consistent.
|Sometimes she doesn't like all the attention.|
Now is a good place to say that we had planned a water-birth, at home. The midwife had brought over a special tub a few weeks before, and we had everything that we needed.
|Mim and her godmother, after her baptism.|
Within a few minutes of getting in the tub I hit transition (look it up, I'm not explaining the process of birth)--and that didn't last long. It HURT. I remember sobbing. And then I was pushing. And that HURT. I screamed. The only reason I didn't stop was because I knew that the one and only way to make the pain stop was to get the baby out. It was almost more than I could do. Looking back I'm not sure how I did it.
Once she was out I had trouble moving so that I could take her. When the midwife brought her up out of the water Mim was screaming. I had figured she would be, since she always reacted strongly to the contractions. She was purple, but that didn't matter because she was screaming so hard.
Nick's sister had come over to take care of the boys, and as soon as I was holding Mim I asked them to be called. They were a little worried from hearing me scream, and Thing Two was more interested in getting his breakfast. But by the time that she settled down the boys were getting excited.
|Another baptismal picture. She'd screamed the |
whole time and wore herself out.
We're settling into a routine now (provided I stick to completely decaf coffee), and she'll sleep for six hours at night. She's still gaining about an ounce a day. She never lost any weight, and by two weeks old she had gained almost a full pound. In that time I've lost a proportional amount and am now back into my pre-maternity clothes.
And that's it. I can't think of anything that I left out. You'll get the highlights of her life, just the same as for the boys; and tons of cute pictures. I'm taking things slowly, but I'm on my feet again so I should have some recipes for you soon.