WonderBaby turns one today. At 3:23pm, precisely.
That precise notation of the time of her birth is important to me today, because it' marks the moment that I gave birth. Yes, it's her birthday. But it's my birthing day (thanks, Amber, for the apt description!), and I'm seizing the opportunity - while she is still too young to demand all of the attention - to make this day about me.
One year ago this morning, I was in labour. I had been in labour for nearly thirty hours - over twenty of those hours in very painful labour. When I arrived at the hospital (Women's College, Toronto) at 2am - after labouring dutifully at home until the contractions were eight minutes apart (I was supposed to wait until they were five minutes apart, but, um, screw that. I'd been suffering for going on 14 hours. I was done with being dutiful) - they praised me for being a trooper and (on my request) shot me up with an epidural (which, um? UNPLEASANT.) Which was great, me not being a hero and all, despite my pre-labour bravado about having an unusually high tolerance (HA) for pain. Great for about 4 hours, after which the epidural began to fail and I got thrust back into the pain of labour in its most painful (all the more painful for the oxytocin that was pushing the labour along) stages.
So the last 8 hours of labour were a blur of pain and determination. There were some complications (meconium in the amniotic fluid, WB facing backwards, knot in the cord) and so we - me, stalwart Husband, sweet Doula, and various labour nurses and OB's and respiratory specialists - were rushed into an operating room, where WonderBaby decided that it was, finally, time to emerge and popped out within minutes.
I heard the respiratory therapist exclaim - before WonderBaby was even halfway out - that her eyes were open. I heard someone else state that she was blond - a little yellow budgerigar, even at the first. Someone else asked - as she was rushed to the side to have breathing checked and APGAR and the like - if she had a name. Husband looked at me, and said her name, with a question mark.
Yes, I said, repeating her name. Yes.
So began the life of the WonderBaby, and my life as a mother.
And what a blessed life it is.
(Who am I missing? Any other Canadian babies born in November? Please leave links!)