Just one hour later, the contractions started. Hard and fast, they were coming every three minutes. I was excited and eager, having gotten a full night’s sleep the night before, but I also knew the task ahead of me. Around 8:30 that morning, my doctor came. She said I was dilated to four centimeters and was 50% effaced. This was great news, considering I had only been in active labor for an hour. She broke my water and said she’d see me in a few hours, when it was time to meet our baby. Phil and I were watching Funny Girl. Enjoyable at first, I finally had to ask him to turn it off. As a result of my water breaking, my contractions were getting much worse and much to my demise – they had moved to my back. These contractions were like a flashback of my labor with Adair. I mean, the pain was so recognizable, so consuming, so awful. It immediately took me back to my first labor. This time though, we’d be smart. We’d do things a bit differently. A few days before, I made a list of everything I wanted Phil to remind me of during labor, things I wanted to try, and ways he could help when the going got tough. And here we were, ready to do it, ready to try some of those things. I changed positions, used heat, got on a birthing ball, walked around, leaned over, focused on my breathing… You name it, we did it. But nothing was helping. It was getting worse and worse and I was in no mood for any of it.
Pink and screaming, she came. As soon as her head was out, I reached down and pulled her out of me, holding her close to my chest. Tears streaming down my face, goopy baby laying there on top of me, we had done it. And all in just a few minutes time. I was amazed. Only pushing for two contractions, my doctor called me a show-off. For the second time in my life, I felt like Superwoman.
The next few hours were filled with visits from family and friends. Grandparents, her great-grandmother, aunts, uncles, and cousins… So many were there to welcome her into the world. Phil, Ingrid, and I spent the next two days in the hospital. Ingrid was such a calm baby, sleeping most of the time. We worked hard on nursing, trying each hour or so, and finally had a successful latch by midnight the second day. As Ingrid slept her new life away, Phil and I watched her in amazement, listening to her every breath, moan, and squeak. Again, we had been blessed with an incredible gift – a child to love and grow with our whole life long. Joy to the world!