Friday, April 22, 2011
Happy Birthday Baby Pete!
On the way there, I swear to God, he hit every pot hole in Virginia. I started writing down the time of the contractions, and was pretty surprised to find them 4 minutes apart. When we arrived, I got changed and the nurse checked me, declared me at 5cm and sent me to a L&D room. I think everyone was shocked, because I still wouldn't have described the pain as unbearable, just mildly uncomfortable! My birth plan was pretty flexible. It involved an epidural and a healthy baby and that's exactly what I got. The epidural man arrived, popped it right in and I just relaxed watching the contraction on the monitor, happily not feeling a thing. Ryan, poor guy, tried to get a little sleep, since I'd ruined his chance to recover from the patrol. Later in the morning, maybe 6am, our friend DS stopped by on his way to work and we were having our own little party on the L&D floor. Things were going fabulously, and then I vomited.
After delivery, all I wanted was a ham sandwich. Remember how we went shopping but never got around to dinner? PNMC policy is that women in labor cannot eat, so by the time Pete was born at noon on Tuesday I was raging hungry. KP and SL came over to meet the new baby, and of course, bring a ham and cheese croissant from the deli in our office building. Best damn sandwich I've ever had.
I'm still amazed how easy labor was, compared to being pregnant. I'm not joking when I say I would give birth every month for 9 months if I didn't have to be pregnant. In fact, the first time was so easy with the epidural and pitocin that I decided to give it a shot drug-free the next time. That time was just as easy, but it's a story for another time.