Sorry guys. I’ve been distracted lately with the birth of this little one:
On Sunday evening, my friend Brook started feeling those labor pains that she was expecting.
You may remember that I did some maternity photos for her a little while ago… which reminds me, I didn’t even get around to posting round two photos (yeah…we did some at the park…they were really fun. Is it weird to show you them after the fact? let me know.)
Anyhoo…Brook started having contractions and at 3 am-ish, her water broke.
That’s when it all began…You may recall she was gung-ho about going natural…even if it meant a breeched birth…like I honestly believed that she would choose to tear off her arm in pain before ever considering any other option. And since she was attempting a VBAC, she knew that it would definitely require the gumpshin to tackle it and the right doctor. Some of you recognized my description of “little Jewish man” as the dead ringer for Doctor Tate. You were right! And I got to meet the famous all-natural-method man.
Let me tell you…this man was incredibly patient and let my dear friend decide her fate…which is kinda unheard of these days when it comes to labor and delivery. I really liked him after we chatted…he’s a quirky kinda guy (which you know immediately makes me feel kindred to him) but he does have his downfalls. I mean, the man doesn’t touch bacon. Can’t win em all 🙂
At about 2 in the morning (this is after OVER 24 hours of natural laboring), Dr. T recommended some Pitocin to get her cervix open. Did I mention that this girl hadn’t slept in over 2 days? Yeah. Ridiculous. So in order to gather her strength to push, she got an epidural after the Pit (so that she could sleep for an hour or two!) and a few hours later was able to birth a beautiful baby girl after only 30 minutes of pushing.
Honestly, I am jealous beyond measure. And hopeful. It makes me think that there is a slim chance of me delivering my next baby without a c-section. I hope. Dr. Tate was all like “come see me the next time” but I don’t know if you can trust a man that doesn’t eat pork. I mean…with the exception of Jesus of course 🙂
I know Brook was slightly disappointed that she delivered with a bit of help…but c’mon girls…you don’t run the marathon the first time to win. You run to finish. and not die. And then you get an awesome prize at the end. I wish I could scream that from mountain tops to all you pregnant girls out there. DO IT, TRY and if it gets to be too much, there is no shame in getting meds. You are a winner either way!
Now let me step off my self-made-soapbox…
Little Margaret Olive was born at 7:39 am on Tuesday morning and weighed in at 7 pounds 4 ounces. She was 19 inches long. AND BEAUTIFUL. I thought that vaginal births always meant a wonky head…but this little girl was GORGEOUS. Julia and I already have Ethan and Will fighting over who takes her to prom.
Jeremy, Will and I got to see her before and during her first bath. Man, this girl can let loose a yelp! She might be a singer one day with a big voice like that. And the hair! My goodness…I love dark hair on a newborn.
So I hope you join me in congratulating this really special family on their new addition. Little Maggie is absolutely perfect, you guys. She almost makes me want to get pregnant again. Almost.