Life is to be lived with purpose. Fulfillment of that purpose requires strategy. The strategy I'm using is an Art. The Art of War.

Monday, June 23, 2008

The Beginning

Our Bradley Coach just sent an email asking for my birth story and how Mr A performed as coach. I have yet to reply.

When they informed us we'd have to be induced, they told us we could have a natural child birth. The swelling was causing me great pain and drugs made TR's heart rate drop so I got an epidural. The epidural actually made my blood pressure drop, but only for a short while.

I would never choose an epidural. It paralyzes you. I was trying to move and couldn't figure out why I was having such difficulty. Then I was informed I couldn't eat once I got it.

They started inducing me, it was so slow. I felt very very little because of the epidural. I later read epidurals slows down labor. So after 72 hours of slow labor I could barely feel and feeling like I was about to die, I asked for a C-section- at least I thought I had. I asked for the C-Section at about 9:30 a.m. I was in the operating room before 10 a.m. Mr A told me the surgery had been discussed and scheduled the night before.

The doctors had made the surgery decision. Mr A and I had just discussed asking for it when they came and told us they would have to do one. I can't remember that convo.

The surgery wasn't bad, TR entered the world hollering like a champ. Recovery from the surgery wasn't bad either. The swelling was terrible but the water retention caused me to not have pain from the surgery.

That Bradley class was pretty pricey. I wonder if I could get a refund.

I spent a few moments crying, wondering what I'd done to make my baby come early, wondering what I could have done to change things. All of it made me be grateful for simple things. Having a baby is usually such a simple thing, and when my simple pregnancy got complicated I realized that blessings exists in simplicity. To never experiece the difficulty in something is a blessing.

Little Miss TR is home, and her cries, her coos, her kicks, her smiles are a blessing. They are a regular reminder of things I know not to take for granted. When she cries she gets a kiss from mommy and/or daddy. Today we double teamed her and showered her with kisses.

Perhaps I had a lesson to learn from my birth day. Even if I didn't have to learn something, I learned a lesson. Perhaps I'll delve into it later.

3 comments:

Serenity3-0 said...

Tyler was overdue and I had scheduled to have my labor induced on April Fool's Day, which was a Monday morning. Why did I think this would go quickly? I had those drugs and nothing happened the entier day. At around 8 that night I called the doctor and told him I wanted the damn baby out NOW! So he scheduled a c-section and tyler was out pretty quickly. I didn't have a lot of problems recovering as I had already resolved that if I had a c-section, I would have to walk quickly after giving birth so that I could get myself back to normal. I couldn't tell you how relieved I was to see his little crying face. I know you enjoying these little moments b/c i couldn't stop watching him when he was this age. I'm glad both of you are good!

Anonymous said...

Having a baby is not a simple thing! I'm happy that everything turned out just fine!

African girl, American world said...

I was with a friend on Monday when she gave birth at 30 wks to a 2 lb, 12 once baby. It amazes me how resilient these babies are, only after 24hrs and the tubes are off him already and he is breathing on his own and kicking and screaming.
Childbirth is one of life's reminders of just how amazing it all is.
Now, I want to see a pic of TR and her Mommy:)