At last I have a moment to post my story! Thankfully it's not too dramatic .
Sunday, March 28 I was singing a solo in church when I had a big B-H and at
the same time the baby kicked me! I turned white and the choir conductor
asked me if I was in labor. I said no and kept right on going, the show must
go on, right? The PMS-like pains kept up all day and night. Silly me
thought I did too much housework and strained a muscle or something (maybe my
Monday the pains kept up--I was cleaning house for my DH's business meeting
and I thought I pushed the vacuum cleaner too hard. We saw "Analyze This"
that night and I was sitting on the edge of my seat with my upper body draped
over the seat in front of me. Dang, these pains just won't quit!
Tuesday we got to the hospital at 6 AM and settled in. After being hooked up
to the monitors, my husband Donald peeked at the monitor's paper strip and
said, "Uh, I'm no expert at reading this, but it looks like your backaches
are 8 minutes apart! I was in labor!
Okay, so now we discovered I've been in labor for two days, contractions are
eight minutes apart, and I said, "Gee, this is what labor is all about? This
is nothing! It doesn't even hurt!" Needless to say, every woman in the room
just cracked up; they knew what it felt like to have contractions two minutes
My parents, sister and in-laws showed up and turned the place into a party.
I finally got some peace and quiet when I was wheeled into the OR. The doc
had given me an antacid to settle my tummy during the operation. It tasted
like the worst vintage of sour Kool-Aid I'd ever drunk! It settled me, all
right--I threw it all up as soon as we entered the OR.
Anaesthesiologist gave me a spinal block; no big deal. He kept talking to me
and increasing the dosage as I got more verbose; guess that's how they tell
you're not out of it enough. LOL! My DH was right there with me, giving me
Him--Omigosh! There's a foot! Omigosh! There's another foot and all the
legs! Look (yeah, like I can just sit right up and take a peek through the
drape hung in front of me), there's a little butt!
Me--Is it a girl's butt? Is our baby still a girl?
Thirty seconds later our beautiful daughter was born. I felt no tugging,
pulling or any pressure whatsoever, so I had no sense that the baby jsut
delivered was mine. She gave three calm cries from the other end of the
room, got cleaned up, and was brought over to us. I asked the nurse to give
Cecelia to Donald first; I'd had her all this time and now it was time for
him to hold her. He looked into her little face and fell in love. I fell in
with him all over again at that moment! They turned the baby's face to me
and her eyes were wide open and staring right into mine as if to say, "Aha!
So that's the face that goes with my mommy's voice! Hi, mommy!" Then she
closed her eyes and went to sleep. I was worried that she hadn't cried that
much but she has been a calm baby ever since, so that was just her nature, I
I am so happy!