Birth Story :: Part II
After our families left, somewhere around 8cm things started getting painful again. Much more tolerable than my contractions before the epidural, but I needed David at my side nonetheless and had to work hard to concentrate on breathing. I had a visit from the anesthesiologist and though it wasn't a "quick fix," I felt better and all of a sudden we were looking at 9cm! This was the first time I actually might have taken a quick snooze. I was woken up by our (very awesome wonderful) nurse Amanda who did a quick check and told me I was just about ready. She called our doctor, who got there quick as a whip, and when they told me I was complete my body instantly turned into fight mode. Every part of my body flooded with adrenaline. While I waited for the "calvary" to get together and get things set up for pushing my body was shaking head to toe. I could not stay still from all the adrenaline. I was so ready to meet my daughter.
Around 12:15ish they told me they would give me 3 hours to push. There was no way of knowing how quick or slow of a process this could potentially be. My doctor planned on watching the first couple pushes and then going to the on call room until things got to a more progressed point. Well... after watching just a few rounds of pushes she decided she was not going anywhere -- this baby was coming, three hours would not be needed.
I really enjoyed pushing. I actually turned to David about half way through and told him I was having fun. After 15 hours in bed, it felt good to do something with my body. Despite the epidural I felt in complete control of my body. My sweet husband, my nurse, and doctor were all so encouraging. I felt like a rockstar. The more they encouraged me and cheered for me, the more efficient my pushes became. After a few minutes they talked me into watching with a mirror. I was a little hesitant at first (my own blood makes me kind of squeamish and I didn't want to pass out), but after "testing the waters" with little peaks, I really enjoyed watching things progress. Seeing her head full of hair just gave fuel to the fire and the harder I pushed and the bigger I smiled. Nothing about watching scared me. No it wasn't pretty, but it was natural and with each push I felt my baby getting closer to me. Before I knew it (just 33 minutes after I started pushing) I felt a huge relief and her head was out and then I watched as her body followed. UNBELIEVABLE! David and I both instantaneously burst into a crying laugh that can only be described as a release of pure joy and amazement.
They suctioned out her little nostrils and mouth and I watched David cut the cord and then she was mine! They put her on my chest and I could not believe my eyes. So tiny. So real. So alive. My eyes could not draw in her beauty fast enough. All of my senses failed me in being able to fully grasp the magnitude of what was before me. I couldn't get enough. I wanted my lips on her. I wanted my hands on her toes. I wanted to cradle her head. I wanted to kiss her eyes. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to listen to her heart. I wanted to give her everything I possibly could and more. My love for her was deep, instant, and natural.
Watching David hold Magnolia for the first time was almost just as euphoric as holding her myself. My senses continued to fail me as I tried my best to take in this man before me. This perfect mate - a man after God's own heart who was ordained before the beginning of all time to be my husband, to make this precious child with me. I can't imagine pregnancy/labor/delivery, let alone life without him. With David and Magnolia in my life God has made it absolutely impossible for me to ignore His love for me, for everyday he is loving me through them. I am so very very blessed.
Catherine Magnolia McLeod
8lbs. 3oz, 20 inches