Thursday, April 14, 2011

endnotes. a lovely birth.

I let Nate sleep for the first three hours while laboring for Ingrid. We were both exhausted and we both thought her birth was days off. I took a bath and a shower to try and stop the contractions. It didn't work.

Some time between 3-4 AM, I informed Nate that I really was in labor and maybe he could wake up. Another Ingrid sang,
The storm is coming, but I don't mind.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, but it wasn't the pain. It was what I was sure would follow.
She sang,
People are dying, I close my blinds
All that I know is I'm breathing now
Nate made eggs. He's always very concerned about my protein intake.
She sang,
But all that I know is I'm breathing
All I can do is keep breathing All we can do is keep breathing now
And I breathed. But I was so afraid.
We held hands. I leaned into Nate.
Our doula took pictures of us in the hour before Ingrid came. We look like we are bracing for a storm. We were. And then, before it began, the storm was over. In the weeks leading up to Ingrid's birth, she had said several times that it would be great if I could have a lovely birth. I would smile and think "yeah right, lady." Nowhere in my history did the words lovely and birth belong in the same sentence.
Until now.


cmhd said...

So glad those words are possible in the same sentence now. Can't wait to meet the newest Jr. Bill.

Anonymous said...

I love that story!