Written by Michelle, Birthsmarter Educator and Doula
Lucca was born 9 years ago, so at this point much is a blur.
These are things I remember:
being so worried about the potential for being sent to the hospital for a medical induction (I was at 41 weeks, 6 days);
visiting a neighborhood brewpub for a snack and a beer the night before & getting very funny looks from the staff;
walking around my apartment listening to music and crying when particular songs played;
the perfect timing of my support team- I woke up to contractions sometime between 4-5am, which woke up my co-parent;
sometime our doula came, then my trapeze partner who provided much appreciated muscle;
both doula and papa had tired arms from so much hip squeezing!
At some point the midwife and her assistant also appeared.
I couldn’t sit or lie down so I moved the whole time.
Eating bacon for breakfast was a very bad idea.
I was in and out of the shower and bath,
I liked the birth stool a lot until it made my bum numb and I ended up in the bed to push.
I have no idea how long I pushed but was told not long, though perhaps longer than it could have been;
sweet baby decided his hand needed to stay with his face.
He was also en caul, at least until his body emerged?
I hadn’t known his sex during pregnancy and was asked something to the effect of “what did you have?” to which I replied, “a baby!”
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