We had her and named her Leela! She’s a gem. The most beautiful girl in the world (sang in falsetto). Life has been a whirlwind; I even gave myself an awful haircut because there was no time to do anything but sleep, nurse and eat. My badly neglected blog is even more badly neglected. I’m sure you’ll forgive me when you see her…Here is our dear Leela at one week! Kaitlyn took the picture.
Beautiful girl is beautiful. Also, tons of hair, yes?! I’m about to share Leela’s birth story. Don’t say I didn’t warn you…
So labor hurt a bunch. I don’t mean to brag about how painful it was, but damn, son. That shit hurt. If someone set out to torture me, I don’t think they’d do as effective a job as labor did. Sad lol. Leela came a week early. I had through the roof high blood pressure :( My midwife and doctor were concerned that it would lead to other scary complications, so they recommended an induction. I had no context (first baby/labor), but my midwife said induction makes the contractions more intense. On top of that, Leela was facing the wrong way aka “sunny side up’'; again no context, but I was told sunny side up also makes the contractions more intense. Contraction pain aside, my temperature began to rise, my cervix failed to dilate past 5 cms, and Leela’s head began to swell. My midwife and doctor started talking caesarean; I started shaking violently out of fear. I did want our baby out and healthy asap though, so I got on board with little convincing.
The medical team moved quickly and before I could process what was happening, our baby was born! I was so relieved when I heard her cry. When Chris brought her to my side, I remember being surprised because her eyelashes where crazy long. She was healthy (whew!), super puffy and red and perfect.
I was so grateful for our medical team’s speediness when things got complicated. I was also grateful for our midwife team’s support in making sure Chris and I were fully informed decision makers. The midwives were magic in calming me down during the worst contractions and making me feel safe. Top marks go to Chris. He was incredibly strong and took every frustration I flung at him like a pro. He was so many things for me that day- masseur, counsellor, punching bag, coach- whatever I needed, he adapted.
Labor was an incredible journey. Now it’s time for the good stuff- raising our baby like there’s no tomorrow.