So we were at my place interviewing nannies. Murph’s been living here because, well, I’m here. And my doctor is here in Texas. Murph was traded though and so we’ll spend the season mostly apart and I said we needed to plan for that. And he’s not very adept at arguing with me for some reason. Especially in situations like this.
And I felt something. Just a little something at first but then it started growing on itself. I can’t describe it because it didn’t hurt. It didn’t feel like anything else. So I knew. And the stopwatch came out and it was every ten minutes. Okay, no biggie. We talked to two more nannidates. Still not uncomfortable. So we hung out.
It got more intense faster than I thought it would. Murphy said it was over five hours, but it felt like one. We called the doctor and headed into the hospital. Memorial Hospital. On the way, the intensity went up to a gasping level. I’ve been injured and that hurt but this was different. It was like cranking up the treadmill only on my middle instead of my legs. They had us do paperwork, then put me into a room, got me in a gown and on a monitor. Just about in time, too, because with a snap and a whoosh my water broke all over everything. It was warmer than I expected though I didn’t really know what I was expecting. I guess I was expecting it to be like in the video we saw in childbirth class. Where the doctor breaks the water and catches it in a basin.
The contractions went up another notch. I was doing special breathing now because if I didn’t, the intensity would have taken my breath away. And Murph was right there with me, reminding me to breathe and telling me I was doing a good job (like he’d know–sometimes it felt like he was interrupting me but I was too busy to tell him off). And the doc wasn’t there yet but I felt a *need* to push. This, too, is like nothing else. It’s like needing to barf…you just *have* to and you can’t help it. And so I pushed. They saw it on the monitor and hauled ass into there. And the head nurse or whatever said “Don’t push” And I told her, quote, “I fucking can’t help it, bitch…it is goddamn pushing itself.” No, I’m not usually like that but I really couldn’t help it, and this can’t have been the first time she was around a woman in labor. And it was pushing itself. And I couldn’t stop it but I tried. And I managed to not push for a whole two minutes (it seemed like forever). At which point the doc arrived and said it was okay. Then it did hurt. It burned in a ring where his head was coming out. Like fire. I remember talking about that at childbirth class, but knowing ahead of time didn’t help. And then, some large number of pushes later, his head was out. It was only about six, says Murph but it felt like I was pushing forever. Then a smaller push and the rest of him was out. They laid him on my tummy and I touched him. His hair was so soft and fine. And I cried. I’m a tough girl, but he was so beautiful lying there.
And Murph sang happy birthday to him. I will never forget that. Ever.
Turns out I had a little tear, so they gave me a shot of somethingcaine down there and stitched me. And in a little while, the afterbirth came out….which felt warm too but didn’t hurt. At which point, Murph got to cut the cord, which looked like white rubber kinda. And they whisked Miles away for observation, a vitamin K shot, eyedrops and the standard blood testing they do on newborns. If I would’ve let them, they’d’ve cut him, too, but I don’t think you should do that to a kid. If he wants to be cut, there’s plenty of time left in his life but once it’s done, it can’t be undone.
They brought him back after an hour or so and he still looked beautiful, only now he was dressed in blue. And they showed me how to hold him and nurse him. Now, the truth is, I’ve had mouths there before, but nothing like this. After awhile, it got kinda uncomfortable, but he was swallowing so he was getting something. And Murph said it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
They brought me food but I couldn’t manage Miles and breakfast at the same time. After a bit, they took him back to the nursery and I couldn’t *believe* how hungry I was. Then I took a nap. I think that’s when Murph left to tell everyone about it. They brought Miles back to nurse again in a couple hours and then they let him stay in a little criblet by me. And I had the aide give me my computer and now you’re up to speed. It’s February 2 and Miles was born just after four. He weighed 7 pounds and 14 ounces and was 20 inches long and I’m going back to sleep.