
Where has the time gone? 18 years ago today, I was welcoming my daughter into the world! Time to reflect.
Just like all babies, for me, she made a memorable entrance into the world. When you are pregnant and actively teaching childbirth classes, and you go into labor - there is a little bit of performance anxiety - will you be able to walk the talk?
I know I felt it with Courtney! This was before HIPPA and it didn't help that 3 weeks earlier my teaching partner had birthed there and at the height of transition she had screamed "this breathing !@#%^ doesn't work!" So I knew the staff was watching and talking.
My big thing for me is if you are going to have a hospital birth, don't get there too early. So 18 years ago, we took our sweet time getting there - my husband even thought it was a good idea to stop for breakfast. But when we were back in the car and I heard myself muttering "You know you can go a little faster," I knew I must be moving along fairly quickly. I spend most of married life when I am in the car saying "slow down please!"
So we got to the "triage" room (have I told you how I hate that term - that's a war/emergency term that should not be part of the birth unit!) the contractions had spread out. The wonderful nurse even asked if I was really in labor. The monitor wasn't showing any contractions. I was confused and felt "oh great, I am here too early, my biggest nightmare!"
Luckily she did check and when I thought she was going to mutter "and we'll send you home", she instead gasped "please don't push" I was in the "rest and be thankful stage" and my daughter was born 20 minutes later! Cue the Hallelujah chorus - I did it, I walked my talk!
Some of you may wonder why I was at the hospital...well we had worked hard to build a free-standing birth center in our community and it just didn't happen quick enough - when I went back for my 6 week check-up, later that the day I met the first midwife the community group hired to staff the Birth Center. I was just a few months too early!