I awoke this morning at 6:59 a.m. to a pain that hurt like a terrible menstrual cramp and ran down the insides of my legs. Considering how many false alarms I’ve had with painful contractions, I considered that this too might not be real. However, the pain was real enough I could not go back to sleep. I lumbered out of bed and went to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I started having very real, very painful contractions. I called out to the others in the house, but they were asleep. I was having gastrointestinal problems because the night before I made the mistake of eating cheese pasta with truffles. I knew better. I am allergic to milk. Not just intolerant, but allergic. This means that if I drink milk or get its protein in cheese or other things, I get allergy symptoms and severe gastrointestinal upset. However I had smelled the truffles in this pasta and they were so heavenly, I thought one small scoop would not hurt. It did.
As I sat there having contractions and going through the unpleasant side effects of eating cheese, I knew this was it. I finally was able to get up and go tell Daddy to set up the birthing tub. I then tried to straighten a few things in between contractions. At 7:30, I gave up bothering to try and time them and called the midwives. The contractions were hurting so much by then I couldn’t function when they were happening. The tub was filling slowly, but I decided just to get in.
The contractions were intense and painful, so close together there really wasn’t any breather in between. I begged anyone and everyone to make them stop. I was not one of those serene women, suffering in silence. I moaned and groaned. My hips were hurting because the muscles were so stretched from walking around pregnant for 42 weeks. I finally had the urge to push and at 9:19 a.m., September 26, 2009, Miss Isabel Lorraine was born.
I cannot stress enough the pleasure of having our baby at home. As quick as my labor went, I don’t know how we would have made it to the hospital without more torturous pain anyway. Yet after the birth, our experience compared to the birthing center in a hospital experience was so different, so mellow, so peaceful and wonderful. My little baby was with me the entire time. She was weighed and measured on our bed. She snuggled closely skin to skin with a blankie wrapped around her. She found my nipple right away and started suckling. Perfection!
Milla was so enchanted with the entire experience. She video-taped and helped keep the dog out of the way. She was right there the entire time. Mostly the midwives, Daddy, and Milla just stood to the side providing encouragement. I did not want to be touched, but was grateful they were there. After she was as delighted with her sister as we were and could not wait to hug and hold her. She is as in love as we are.
Isabel weighs 9 pounds, 1 ounce, and is 20.5 inches long. A big baby! She looks like a little peach. Her face is round and perfect, her hair soft and blonde. I am completely in love.