It's been a long week. But, one major event makes it all worthwhile. On Tuesday night at 11:23, Miss Elizabeth Jane joined the rest of us humans walking around loose in the world.
It was quite an ordeal, but we lived through it. However, what I am about to write contains my personal opinions to which I have a right. And, this is MY blog, so I have a right to express them here as long as America is a free country. It's perfectly okay if you don't agree with me, but this is still what I believe.
It started about 10:00PM Saturday night with contractions about every 20 minutes. They were no big deal during the day on Sunday. Sunday night they started up again and Monday morning, Jennifer called and told me she thought Monday was the day and to clear my calendar. About 6 hours later she called and told me to forget it, the contractions had backed way off and nothing was going to happen on Monday. Sure enough Monday evening they started up again and by Tuesday morning we were down to about 10 minutes apart. The midwife came by the house and checked her and pronounced her to be at 3 cm and 80% effaced. My phone rang about 8:15, and 45 minutes later, I was at Jennifer's.
Now I realize that much that is part of labor and delivery in hospitals is arranged for the convenience of the doctor. However, somewhere along the way, with all their experience and education, they just might have learned something. Along the way from pregnant to mommy, there is a stage called transition. During that stage, medical science typically advises that the mother NOT push. They state flat out that pushing prematurely will cause the cervix to swell and prolong the labor. Since much of labor and delivery is conserving the doctor's time, I sincerely doubt they'd say don't push if it would make things go any faster when you did push in transition.
Jennifer did not have a doctor in attendance, just a midwife and a doula. Had they sat on the floor cross-legged and started chanting to help the baby come, I don't think I'd have been surprised. They were just that kind of people. So, their answer was, "It's all natural. If your body says push, then push, because that's your body trying to help you get this baby out". So, she pushed and she pushed and she pushed andthe cervix still covered a part of the baby's head.
She labored a very long time. She coped with the pain and she did as she was told, and the bag of waters didn't break until around 3PM. So, for 6 hours that I observed, she labored and breathed, and coped and pushed and the bag of waters was still in the way. And, truthfully, she was more or less exhausted when I arrived at 9AM. So, then the bag of waters finally broke, and the pains became more intense, and the pains became more frequent, she was already totally exhausted and wrung out. She needed rest, and to get any rest, she had to have relief from the pain. After all, she hadn't had decent sleep for Saturday, Sunday and Monday nights, just short naps, 10-20 minutes at a time. And, from my own experience, when you are in intense pain, coping with it, not screaming when you want to, takes SO MUCH energy..... Finally around 4:30, she went to the hospital and got an epidural. Of course, the midwife and doula just kept telling her over and over "you can do this". Yeah, that's their job. But, how about you stop chanting and examine the circumstances, ladies? You want her to do it all when she's gone 72 hours without REM sleep? You're nuts!
It would have made sense to me to break the bag of waters no later than around noon. I really truly believe that had that been done, Jennifer would have found enough strength to have the baby at home. But by the time it actually happened "natually", it was just too late. She just couldn't stand any more and her reserves of strength were totally spent. Yes, I realize that the bag of waters will break on its own. And, my daughter wanted a more "natural" childbirth experience. However, one look at her showed that she was all used up. There were no hidden resources of strength. They'd all been expended on getting as far as she did. And, they wouldn't listen. It was as though they were ignoring what she said. Yes, I'm sure many women give up when they could have made it through.
But, they did not know with whom they were dealing. Jennifer does not give up, EVER. As a kid she was one of the most stubborn, hardheaded people I've ever encountered. When she made up her mind, she did what she wanted and if she ran over you to do it, well so be it.
Many people don't know that she suffered from bi-lateral, mirror-image Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis for several years. At first, all she wanted to do was sit--moving hurt, hurt her ankles, hurt her knees, hurt her hips. But, eventually she decided that if she was ever going to have a life, she'd have to move. And, in spite of the pain, she did!
Later, in her senior year of High School, through no fault of her own, she became pregnant. She had a full scholarship to a school that was 450 miles away. She could have stayed here and between us, we'd have kept a roof over all our heads and kept the baby fed. But, she had a full scholarship to a school that was 450 miles away. With a 4 month old baby, she packed up and moved to Reno. I had serious doubts. How in the world would she do it? Well, she did it and graduated with honors. She gutted it out when all the odds were against her.
Then she moved back home and started Law School. She had student loans, but they weren't sufficient. She worked the system and made it through. I honestly thought it might kill her that first year. She got sick, was so thin her arms were like sticks. But, she made it and subsequently passed the Bar Exam without even taking a Bar Review course.
She got married and less than a year later, her husband was mugged and sustained a traumatic brain injury. The statistics are that less than 50% of marriages survive the first 6 months after one of the partners sustains a traumatic brain injury. After 12 months, less than 25% of marriages are still in tact. We are now 3.5 years down the road. Jason is still working through his issues. But, there is definite improvement. He was of almost no help when Atticus was born about 7 months after he was injured. He tried, but it just didn't work. In fact, I scrapped a page showing him sound asleep on the couch with William during her labor. When the doctor finally decided Atticus was going to have to be taken by C-section, we had to wake Jason up and help him get into his scrub clothes to get him into the delivery room. He did so much better this time. Though still not what one might have wished for if all wishes and dreams came true, the contrast was remarkable.
So, as I said, this girl does NOT give up. The women in question simply did not know their patient. Finally, around 4:30 or 5PM the pilgrimmage was made to the hospital and she got her epidural. I did not get to go along. It was a sacrifice I did not want to make, but I knew after all the hubbub and commotion that had been going on in the house all day, the boys would be best off with a quiet evening with Grandma. So, I stayed with the boys and I missed seeing my granddaughter born. It broke my heart, but it was the right thing to do.
Jason called around midnight and told me the baby had been born. She weighed in at 7 pounds 11 ounces, a pretty good sized baby for a fairly petite mom to birth. I waited for him to come home. I tried lying down with the boys, but two "active sleepers" and a cat don't make for sleep in a queen-sized bed. So, I got up and read forums and blogs and waited for a call. Finally, when 4AM rolled around, Joe got off from work and went to the hospital. After a few wrong turns (I was with him on the cell phone) he found Jennifer's room and she and Jason were sound asleep. (We found out later that Elizabeth was in bed with Jennifer, but Joe didn't see her.) So, a little after 4, I crawled into Jen and Jason's bed and slept til 7:19 when the phone rang. The boys brought it in and it was Jason announcing that it was a school day for William and I needed to take him to school. Thankfully, Jennifer took the phone and said she didn't really care whether William went to school on Wednesday or not. I'm not sure I'd have wanted to drive anywhere on 3 hours of sleep with such precious "baggage" in the car, KWIM? But, at this point, the boys were bouncing on the bed, and I had to get up. About 4 hours later, Jason came home and I got to go to my home where I grabbed a short nap.
Then, Jason called and said Jennifer had arranged to leave the hospital around 5:30 and could I come watch the boys...... Well, of course, everything that was arranged crumbled with the shift change of nurses. It took forever to actually leave the hospital. Meanwhile, Atticus was in total meltdown. There was no hope of him getting a nap in the middle of all that was going on Tuesday. And, Jason hadn't put him down for a nap on Wednesday either. I wanted him to be able to stay up and see his mother and meet his baby sister, but he finally climbed into my lap and I rocked him just to soothe him and he fell asleep. Meanwhile, William was wound up tighter than a top. When are they coming? Why aren't they here? How long could this possibly take? What's wrong? Do you think they had an accident in the car on the way home? And on and on. Finally, around 9, they got there. Atticus missed the homecoming entirely, but William was thilled and so was I.
So, what is all this commotion about. Well, I wasn't around at the birth, so it was difficult finding a photo that was postable, but with some editing, I found one. Here she is, Miss Elizabeth (and her very happy Mommy)!
Yesterday morning, my computer took a nosedive. I worked on it all day (minus a few hours I spent at Jennifer's) and it finally started to function properly about 10PM last night. I think I wore the mouse out, making dots on a paper in Photoshop Elements! Anyway, this is the first chance I've had to post. Now, I'm going to try to upload some kits to my stores.........