My guest preggo over the last several months LG went into labor last night and gave birth to a healthy, wonderful, chubby baby girl at 11:25 am this morning. She was scheduled to be induced next week (because of her gestational diabetes) but went into labor at 38 weeks. I had planned to drive from Austin to Houston for the induction. Since it was Memorial Day weekend, I was as far away from Houston as I possibly could be. Hubs, EB, and I went out to the hill country to hang out at our sister-in-law’s family’s lake house. There was boating, tubing, and sunburning. I really did burn way out of control. I applied sun block more times than the kids and just had dreams of floating around with my belly out. It was glorious…until it wasn’t.
The reason I bring this up is because I’m in serious pain. Look at me, lobsters covered in beets would be jealous of how red I am. So my mom, aunt, and MIL have all slathered me in something while I whimpered in pain. I had not expected to do anything but lie around and be pathetic for the rest of the weekend. Then last night, I get the text that LG’s water broke. I had to suck it up and get ready to make the 4 hr trek to the hospital, instead of the pretty reasonable 2.5 hr, all with a seatbelt strapped across painful skin.
It was worth it.
I woke up at 5 am after dreams of helping deliver my neighbor’s baby at home (they are not pregnant, by the way. It was a very strange dream). I decided to stay up and get ready, leaving an hour earlier than I thought I could. Go me. Since it was a holiday, absolutely no one was on the road. I shaved off another 30 minutes. I got to the hospital at 9:30 am, just in time for her husband to take me in to see my cousin, give her a quick kiss, then she was going to start pushing. I couldn’t have timed it better. The rest of my family showed up and we waited for some news of healthy babies and mommies.
LG was in labor something like 17 hrs, and pushed for 2. She had a healthy 7 lb, 12 oz baby girl, who was 20 3/4″ long. She has the chubbiest, cutest face. My heart exploded for my BBCF, who has been my lifelong best friend. We were babies together, and now we have babies together. It was beautiful to see, and I couldn’t have been more proud of her.
I want her to write her own perspective of her birth story when she has a chance to recuperate, but this is what I know. Last night when her water broke, she and her husband came to the hospital. LG was 1 cm dilated. She got an epidural sometime in the middle of the night. By 6ish, she was only 3 cm, so they gave her Pitocin. In 30 minutes she went from 3 cm to 10 cm. At 9:30 when I showed up, she started pushing. Might I say that 2 hours is not too shabby for a first time birth.
I spent the day with my uncle, aunt, and cousins. LG’s brother, MW’s birthday is also today. It was good timing to get some quality hanging with him, even if it was at the hospital. I was about to leave for the night around 6 pm when LG’s husband asked me to stay the night with LG. He was exhausted, in need of a change of clothes and a shower, and wanted someone to stay with LG. I felt so honored. Of course I said yes.
It was super special to have a slumber party with my cousin–it had literally been years since one of us had stayed the night. But I got to help teach her to breastfeed her daughter, and got her little things like ice packs for the cooter region (so necessary–why don’t they just give them out freely?), and just got to generally coddle her because I knew what it was like those few short days in the hospital.
And that’s another thing–staying overnight with her tonight has triggered so many memories. The trouble of learning how to get the baby to latch on. How often to feed the baby before the milk drop reminds you. General care of a boneless wad of helpless mush. What it’s like to be so exhausted but feel like you need to give relatives a chance to see your baby while she’s so new. I had to kick everyone out because LG was about to crash.
And I barely thought about my lobster belly, except for those reapplication-of-salve moments where my family looked at my burned skin in horror. I thought how glad I was that I wasn’t giving birth with a sunburn. And that I’m glad I have another 4 months to go. Because as wonderful as this is, as special as it is that I’m getting these beginning moments with my cousin and her new sweet little bambino, thank goodness I am reminding myself to effing nap while I have the chance. Because these newborns are hungry. Often.
But they’re worth it.
PS–is there something about being pregnant that makes me burn more easily? Like way more than everyone else out there? I know I was pretty pale, and I only laid sunny side up–but cheese and rice!