B arrived after a miserable pitocin induced labor and no anesthetic until the anesthesiologist finally arrived from his afternoon golf game (my theory) to give me an epidural when I was in transition and ready to push-after screaming myself hoarse for a couple of hours. Pitocin contracitons and lamaze simply don't mesh. Consequently it took me 2 hours and 13 minutes of pushing and fear induced by the threat of foreceps to get her out of my rather beleaguered body.
B arrived with a head full of dark brown hair, at 9 pounds, 9 ounces. And I promptly passed out. After I came to, she was in the nursery for the requisite 4 hours. When that time was up, at 10:30 pm, I called and asked to room in with my baby, whom I'd not really even met yet. They told me I couldn't have her-Couldn't have her!until after pediatric rounds the following morning. !!!!! So my squeaky objections got me a half an hour with my daughter (the curse of having a high squeaky voice. I'm always getting confused for my kids over the phone and I think it's why the most common thing I get called by affectionate non family members who don't know better is "kiddo", as if I were Luke Skywalker, or in my early 20's or something.)
The whole thing inspired me to seek a home birth next time. But that's a story for two weeks from now when it's "next time"'s birthday. ;-)
Good times had by all today as we went to the zoo with my sis, BIL and their two kids.
On B's cake, this morning, we got number candles: 10000-which is 16 in binary. Big laugh over that one. It's been a good and blessed day and I'm blessed beyond belief to be B's mother.
God grant you many years, my darling!