T-Day plus 1… moving swiftly into 2

My God, she is here! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

I refer to my beautiful… gorgeous… wonderful baby girl… are there enough smilies to visually describe how I feel right now?

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…and that is not nearlyΒ enough!

So…

The birth story…

First of all, let me just tell you that the outcome, ultimately, at the end of it all, is so amazingly, incredibly, fantastically positive. How we got there though… words cannot quite convey the intensity of some of the exhaustive, ruinous, horrific, terrifying, frustrating-beyond-belief emotions that got us to the point we are at now. As words are the building blocks of blogs, however, I will attempt to do so…

From the start, Jo was set on having a home-birth. We planned for it, looked forward to it and couldn’t wait to bring our new life into the world in our familiar, love-infused surroundings. Sadly, in the end it was not to be…

Doubts of the dream being realised started creeping into reality as Jo became more and more overdue… one week… then two weeks… tiring daily monitoring at the hospital… until finally, the Monday just gone (14-Jul-08), after Jo’s midwife, who had been wonderfully supportive of her plan for a home-birth all along, had given her a number of unsuccessful sweeps, we went into the hospital for a scan… to be told there was hardly any liquor around the baby and it was strongly urged that Jo remain for induction. We agreed – at term plus 18, things were getting pretty hairy, pretty risky. Less important than where the baby was delivered was keeping Jo and the baby healthy. So… with a minimal amount of things having been thrown into a couple of bags, Jo was admitted to the maternity ward… and waited…

And waited…

So much of pregnancy seems to be about waiting! Waiting that is sometimes so agonizing that one feels the outside, everyday world is passing by like the flow of a thick, sticky, emotional draining treacle… erm… or somesuch metaphor…

So speaking of emotionally draining…

Jo’s dream of a home-birth melted away… she was then determined she would have a naturalΒ birth, as free from painkillers as possible, walking around the room between contractions, rolling on her birthing ball, receiving massages and supportive words and whatever else can be offered by me… An induction, of course, is not natural, but its intention is to stimulate a natural process, so Jo came to terms (more or less) with the necessity of this… gels were used, to no avail… she was transferred to a delivery room and placed on a drip to forcibly induce contractions…

Re the above, she was told that in normal labour, one expects, towards the end, to experience about 3 contractions every 10 minutes… the drip was designed to induce 4 every 10… Jo ultimately, for agonizingly uncountable hours, was experiencing 5+ contractions every 10 minutes. In came the gas and air… an epidural quickly followed… the pain then eased, but by this time Jo was more exhausted than I have ever seen her… she later told me that, through the drugs and the pain, she was hallucinating (she was imagining she was in a cupboard!) – I could see in her eyes that the room melted away, the pain became everything, she no longer even recognised me…

As she was being injected and poked and prodded and hooked up, all my strong-supportive-partner skills just collapsed – I was left useless; my presence no longer required – I escaped, for a couple of minute, to the the bathroom and cried my eyes out… my strong, beautiful, independent girlfriend reduced, by necessity, to being at the mercy of drugs and the (admittedly, in retrospect, fantastically supportive and proficient) medical staff… how had our wonderful, natural months-planned home-birth experience come to this??

And then… with everything… the relentless contractions, the pain, the drugs… after hours of this strange, drifting otherworld of intensity… dilation still did not proceed at anything close to the rate it was hoped… which led to…

C-Section… by which point we are at about 5.30am on Wednesday (16 July) morning. I sat behind the screen, attempted to whisper encouraging words to a barely conscious Jo, as I perceived out of the corner of my eye several pairs of gloved hands delving into her insides, having a good old rummage (I thought surgery was supposed to be slow and delicate!) and pulling out…

A screaming, perfectly healthy baby girl!!!

She was cleaned a little, checked and shown to us… the sight before me… swimming, due to lack of sleep, the surreality of my beloved lying with her insides being sown up beside me… the sight of this perfect little being that only short minutes ago was inside her… there aren’t enough smilies in the universe… πŸ™‚ … the tears flowed like Niagara…

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Baby Talise was delivered into the world at 6.33am on 16-Jul-08, weighing in at 7 pounds and 15 ounces. She is beautiful. She is beautiful! Did I mention she is beautiful? Jo is now, thank God, recovering rapidly. She had a dream of a home-birth, but now she has a BEAUTIFUL baby girl, the MOST BEAUTIFUL baby girl, who is so wonderfully healthy, is feeding well… and everything is coming out of all the orifices it should do! πŸ˜‰ She arrived in the world by a totally unexpected means, a means so devastatingly, horrifyingly traumatic that tears swell in my eyes and my body shakes now just thinking about it… but she arrived! She is here! And she is the most wonderful thing we have ever seen!Β πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚Β πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚Β πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚Β πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚Β πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚Β πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚Β πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚Β πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚Β πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚Β πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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