Response to a post http://grubbsncritters.com/2015/02/wpc-rule-thirds.html
I remember the births of my children,
the memory of labor pains that never go away.
Dancing through a twelve hour labor at home,
then going to the hospital
“It’s your first child,” said the doctor on call with her intern,
“It’s going to be hours,” and having my first an hour later.
The nurse wanted me to wait for the doctor to get back.
Babies do not wait for doctors, they just arrive.
We grabbed a man in scrubs out in the hall and
dragged him into the room to deliver my child.
He was an OBGYN, who must have seen
the look of panic on my Doula’s face
took pity and stepped in and
did a good job of delivering the baby and
sewing me up afterwards.
Almost having my second child in the car as
the security guard went to the car behind us to
help with someone other than a pregnant woman.
They tried to make me talk to the labor ward on the phone,
“How far apart are your contractions?”
I may have thrown the phone at my Doula,
I knelt in the wheelchair,
I could feel his head coming
My second came out in the bag.
They had to tear it open to get him out.
He was born a minute after I made it into the room.
My third was a water birth that had a
false start labor after I made it to the hospital,
so I went home, got some sleep and
went into labor the next morning.
He was born all by himself in a rolling hot tub.
They said, “Anytime you want to push go ahead,”
plop and there he was.
The nurses backs were turned,
so I had to let them know,
“There’s a baby in the water.”
My fourth and most difficult pregnancy and
labor was with my largest child.
My water broke at 4am, by 8am
I was at the midwife’s office
they told me to go to breakfast.
We went to Bob Evans,
I made the staff very nervous.
I ate food but kept chewing ice water that numbed everything
until I realized by 12:30 that I was in full blown labor.
A nurse came out of nowhere and
helped me get into the car.
I had her two hours later.
She moved through all of the contractions
which was not entirely comfortable and
crawled out of me.
My due date was wrong,
I was in labor at my baby shower,
two weeks prior
but I was told to wait until I hit 37 weeks
she was a couple weeks late (at least 42 weeks)
and very, very strong.
Exhausted, they had to yell at me
to open my eyes to see my latest child.