I gingery got back on the hospital bed. I had done all of my laboring leaning against things, so I wanted to lean over the top of the bed as it was in the upright position. Liane would be behind me. She was all about it and told me that when A2 came out, she would hand her to me through my legs. The grandmas were back at their positions rubbing my back and hips, getting me cold rags and getting me water when I yelled for it. For a couple of these contractions, I thought I would lose my mind. I didn’t want to push. I have to admit I was scared. It took so long with EB, I didn’t think I could handle another 2-3 hours of this mess.
But Eebs had paved the way, I was much more relaxed, and I was upright to let this baby come out the right way. Liane told me to make bear sounds. I said “Grr,” like how EB does, and tried again like an actual bear, and not a cartoon one. I heard laughs behind me and let the contraction pass without doing any pushing.
By the third one on the bed, I finally thought “eff it” and let the urge to push wash over me. Sounds unlike any other I’ve ever made in my life came from my throat. A pterodactyl had taken over my vocal chords. Hubs was head to head with me and I apparently crushed his hands with my prehistoric instincts coming out. This first push broke my water. Liane had apparently told the grandmas while I was in the shower that there was no need to break the water for me; things were moving right along, it would give me sharper pains if we did, and it was cushioning A2 from my pelvis. I felt a warm cloth between my legs and a bubble burst into the plastic tarp between my legs.
In what felt like seconds, but was probably more like 60 of them, another big contraction came. I did what I said I was going to do. I pushed out a baby in this one contraction. I felt light bursting from my body. I felt a human entering the world. I could feel a slithering alien making space in my loins as I connected to every woman in the world. I made it to the end of the marathon without walking or giving up. My body took over and did what it knew to do and it was powerful.
I felt a wet, tiny body come through the space between my legs and I sat down into Liane’s lap, saying “My baby, my baby,” over and over again. I couldn’t look away. She was beautiful and covered with goop. I wanted to absorb every feature about her, even while panting and in shock. I don’t know how long I sat there on Liane. She let me have that moment, and I heard Hubs and the grandmas in tears. Liane said she would take the baby only for a moment, so I could flip over and get that placenta out of me. Somehow I let her do that, and my body let me move around. I was exhausted.
A2 was 8 lbs even, 20-1/2″ long. She was born at 8:27 pm. Contractions started 18 hours prior, but I don’t think I was in focused labor for more than 12 hours, with a 4-5 hour stall in the middle.
If you live in Austin, go to Nurture OBGYN and sign yourself up for an amazing midwife with Liane MacPherson. She is a beautiful human being who helped me find the best possible way to labor, fully supporting me and telling me I was her hero for doing things the way they’re meant to be done. Even when I told her I was scared, she somehow subliminally told me I would rock it out. It was scary, sure. Powerful, of course. Amazing, definitely. But two babies are enough for me. I don’t think my body would forgive me for doing that again.
Recovery for 2nd babies is very different than the first. I didn’t tear, BTdubs. I tore with EB and my cooter was a mess. I am, dare I say, relatively back to normal after 2 days. I still am using that fabulous spray bottle of warm water, but I am nowhere near as tender this time. Now. About this afterbirth contractions of the uterus. I want to murder someone about it. The placenta came out just fine, beautiful and beefy. But I am in sheer pain every time A2 nurses. My uterus is giving me crushing pain while nursing, for 10 minutes at a time, as it gets back down to shape. I am promised it is only for 3-4 days, but I am convinced this is a form of population control since it’s worse the second and third time around. I have had 2 bouts of shaking from what feels just as strong as labor contractions but lasts 10 times as long. I only need medication for that, because the rest of my body is sore/tired/but not spent like with Eebs. So if someone could please take that away, I would almost be convinced I didn’t just give birth.
Oh, and just because I nursed EB fro 14-1/2 months, it doesn’t mean my nips don’t hurt like they’re in vices. A2 latched on like a champ, immediately, and is breaking all kinds of rules about wanting to nurse every 2-3 hours. More like every 15 minutes. She only lost a few ounces from her birth weight while in the hospital. She’ll catch up to EB’s birthweight of 8 lbs, 14 oz in no time.
Ok. I am taking a break for the night. I have adorable pics of EB freaking out about how amazing it is to have a baby sister. The cutest thing in the world, so perfect. But you’ll just have to wait. Just picture pure joy, and you’ll be about 1% close to the real thing.
Recovering Mama Jells.