Birth story of the baby octopus
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pixietasticThis one will be lame, cause I wussed out and took the morphine which did bugger all, and I probably could have gone without, ya know if I hadn't been awake for about 72 hours prior to being induced but I digress. so here's a birth story with lots of introspective rambling and incohearant run-on sentences (I should have a career in sales /sarcasm)
So At 36 weeks (Tuesday May 1st) I was given the go ahead to do whatever I wanted to try and bring on labor, so I drank a bucket of RRL tea, took evening primrose oil and black cohosh alternating those herbs for 2 days then doing two days of lots of walking, nipple stimulation and cinnamon bark and RRL tea. What I got was a week of prodromal labour sometimes that lasted in consistent painful patterns for 3-4 hours before slowing down and letting me sleep them off, after a week of that the contractions didn't need herbs or any stimulation and were pretty constant though to varying degrees. My OBGYN did a cervical check at 37 weeks (May 8th) and said it was still quite posterior and not overly favourable to induction which was fine by me, I continued my attempted natural methods and he gave me the go-ahead to stay pregnant awhile longer and try and get my "natural" birth. Well the home care nursing team were still vsisting daily and flipping their shit about the meds and the fact that the BP wasn't going down, my protein creatinine ration was just on the border of pre-e and they wanted me to do another 24 hour UA but I kept putting it off because peeing in a jug for a day just isn't fun. At the end of my pregnancy I was on 250mg Aldomet 4 times a day, 400mg Labetalol 4 times a day, and 80mg Adalat once a day, for perspective, pre-pregnancy I was on 60mg Adalat once a day, and that was it. And I was advised to take a fair bit of tylenol with codeine to manage the side effects (namely blinding headaches) of the drugs.
So Friday the 11th of May the home care nurse Carmen shows up and I fail my BP check again, she phones my doctor and he says "send her in for an induction", I was contracting regularly every 5 minutes or so and had checked my cervix myself finding it at 3cm and much further forward than it had been on Tuesday. So after the home care nurse sentenced me to the hospital I cried, for a solid hour, I packed my bag, a baby-stuff bag and some books and I cried, because I just didn't believe they'd actually be inducing and I was scared of getting admitted indefinitely again.
I got to the hospital at 2pm, I was sent to the PNAU (assessment) and they hooked me up and monitored the baby and checked my BP 12 times, took blood, and then I waited. I called my mom to pick up the girls from school and told her this was likely going to be "it" though I didn't fully believe it and I didn't want to bother Lee until closer to the end of "working hours" because we'd had so many trips to the hospital I was still somewhat thinking I might be home for dinner.
My OB showed up around 4pm and told the resident and med student to do an internal exam and induce me via whatever method they thought would be most successful. They checked me (and I bantered with the med student who's name was Brian and told them I'd pay them off in cookies if they could actually make this induction happen) I was 3-4cm and they determined that to be "too far" along to induce in the triage suite so I'd have to wait for a bed in L&D but it should be within the hour as they were just doing shift change.
I finally text Lee and told him what was going on, he said he'd be there around 6 and I told him not to rush because I figured inductions take awhile.
And then I waited. By 9pm I was still waiting, Brian the med student came back with the bad news around 11, they'd had people call in sick and there weren't enough nurses in L&D to take me on, I told them that wasn't acceptable, suggested they break my water, send me home and I'd have a baby by myself in the bathtub and come back to be checked out in the morning. The staff looked sufficiently horrified, they called the OB and talked to the charge nurse and came back with the verdict that they'd admit me and induce "hopefully in the morning", I told them that wasn't going to happen, and suggested we go home, sleep and come back at 7 or 8 or whenever morning shift change was and they could induce then. They thought that was unacceptable. We were at a stalemate. And poor Lee after working all day was half asleep in the uncomfortable chair. I suggested he go home and told him I'd call him in the morning or when the baby was born, all of this was while still having minor contractions here and there. So as I was getting dressed to leave against medical advice, the on-call OB flipped his shit and magically found a bed for me, so at 11:45pm I walked over into labor room 3.
Of course because they were short staffed they couldn't find a nurse to give me an IV for the pitocin, and I was deemed too far dilated for cervadil so the resident doc and one of the nurses (I met every nurse on L&D that night because they were short staffed and couldn't assign one to me, I got whoever they could spare at any given time, so yeah 8-10 different nurses all of whom I had to explain my history to when they came into the room, it was repetitive) so at midnight, they broke my water which involved having one nurse push on my fundus while the other took hercoat hanger amnio-hook-ee-ma-bob and broke my water. Which was messy, in case you were wondering. After that they put me on the monitor for the baby, who was all "fuck you I'm going to kick the ever loving shit out of you for stealing all my nice water" and then I bargained to go for a walk, so Lee and I went for a stroll and lo and behold contractions started hurting, quite a bit. When we got back the cute little med student whom I'd bribed with cookies in triage, came to see me, he was all "I just watched like 3 births" and I was all "was it cool?" and he was like "yeah really cool, I mean looked kinda painful but wow" I was all "yeah, imagine getting kicked in the junk every 4 minutes for 3 or 4 hours and then trying to piss a grapefruit and you might get a similar experience" and then for some reason he left and didn't come back till the next day when I was already in recovery? Lee thinks I was being mean but really it wasn't like I was offering to give him the experience, just explaining it to him :P
And then around 2 am they sent me back to bed and hooked me up to the monitor, and that's where I was told to stay, on my back, for the next 4 hours, it sucked donkey balls. Someday medical science will learn that labouring on your back is bad, that obsessive monitoring is unnecessary and that birth goes much more smoothly without all the drugs and hormones when you can moan and move and walk and take a hot shower and WORK WITH YOUR BODY NOT AGAINST IT.
They checked me around 4am and said I was about 4cm which was really discouraging and served no purpose at all, the contractions HURT and that was what I knew to be important.
Labour HURT, it hurt so much more than Adalie's labour, I was exhausted as I'd been awake most of the night before and out of bed at 5am on Friday and it was now 4am on Saturday, and they wouldn't let me get out of bed. Not to mention the baby was kicking like a FIEND even during contractions which made them twice as painful. I don't remember either of my other kids kicking during labour at all, but Grace kicked constantly, just like she did pretty much the entire pregnancy (OCTOPUS!!!!). So I was whining and moaning flat on my back on the bed and they offered me an epidural which I swore up and down I wasn't getting, NO SPINAL ANESTHESIA became my themesong, this is important and very funny because of what happens later. I did consent to and IV at this point and a shot of whatever narcotic, which helped for about 10 minutes and then I was back to doing whatever kind of acrobatics leaning half off the bed and pissing off the random nurses because their precious monitors couldn't accurately get a read on the baby every single second and wouldn't I just calm down and get an epidural.
Finally around 5am I asked for a birth ball, they brought one in and let me lean against the bed on it, it helped quite a bit and I stayed there for about an hour getting louder and more pathetic sounding every 30-40 seconds as the contractions came closer, and they gave me some morphine which did nothing at all, not a single goddamn thing, and they still hadn't gotten around to giving me pitocin which I was super thankful for as my body was doing just fine birthing this baby all by it's self.
The contractions were coming pretty well one on top of another by 6am, and all I could do was moan and cry, I said to Lee "I can't do this" which signaled to me that I was in transition but because of the morphine I couldn't convey this information to any of the doctors or to Lee, so the doctors gave me another shot of narcotics in the IV and all they did was make me foggy, labour was agonizing, I couldn't move because of their monitors and finally I gasped to the nurse of the hour that I thought the baby was in a bad position and despite the monitors I got up on hands and knees and leaned into a few contractions before they got pissed and made me lay back down. The nurse then left the room to gossip to another nurse about how I was "only 6cm and should have taken the epidural as it looked to be another 3hours till I'd be birthing by her best guess" (I got this info from Lee after the fact as I was a pain drug zombie screaming while hanging off the bed and nearly ripping the rails off at this point).
I attempted and failed to use my psychic powers to tell everyone that I knew it'd be soon despite being only 6cm moments earlier but my psychic powers are legendary in how sub-parr they are so no one figured it out, until another nurse showed up and said "she's back to back contracrtions, I think she's ready to push" to which another nurse chimed in "they just checked her at 6cm", they asked if I wanted to push, but honestly I had no urge to push at all, so I said I wasn't sure, I had lots of pressure but no "OMG URGE TO PUSH" the way I'd had with Ada's birth, so she checked me and said 10cm +1 and so I started pushing with the contractions and surprisingly it still hurt just as much (with both my other births I pushed for 3 hours and pushing helped with the pain but was slow going) four back to back contractions I pushed through and she was out at 6:30am Saturday May 12th, 2012, the pain instantly stopped, the birth it's self was easy, effortless, not a single tear, not even a paper cut type of scratch, I felt AMAZING, after her birth, they put her straight to my chest and we snuggled and she nursed immediately, and the placenta delivered just as easily, I didn't feel at all like I'd just had a baby. It was completely surreal.
They were of course concerned that she would have breathing trouble due to the narcotics they'd given me so close to delivery, she didn't though, and I've never worried about her breathing, she just seems so... permanent, is the only word I have for it, like strong only not based on anything physical just my own intuition. I can't really describe it. They weighed her at 5lbs 15.8oz, which is really 6lbs but they went with 5, 15 because I'd had an IV during labour so they figured her weight was likely a bit inflated from that, 18 and 3/4 inches long though she wasn't measured until later in the day.
And then in my morphine haze I realized, Lee was gone, and I wasn't sure when he'd left or where he'd gone. I sent a nurse out to look for him to no avail and so, I waited. And about 25 minutes later in he strolled with a starbucks, he'd apparently heard the nurse saying she thought it'd be another 3 hours and figured he'd need the power of caffeine to not pass out in the chair at the critical moment he'd gone to get a coffee. Now this is funny for a great many reasons, one because it illustrates the communication issue we tend to have (namely that he under communicates) and two because I'd said from the beginning of the pregnancy I didn't want him around for the birth (and no I've never been able to put my finger on the "why" of that, I think it boils down to feeling like birth is "womens work" and not wanting male energy around for it, no matter how compassionate nurturing or loving) so it all worked out swimmingly and the first words out of his mouth were "really, you're kidding me, the one time I step out the room? I was only gone like 20 minutes!!" and so we laughed about it and he held her, and then I sent him and his starbucks home to get some sleep with the promise he'd be back later.
And then a new nurse came in and asked me what my plan was for birthcontrol and I said "no more babies" and she asked if I wanted a tubal and said she knew the on-call doc and could arrange for one that morning. And so, I jumped on it. In my morphine haze I argued with the doctor about my age, told him 3 kids was enough especially after hell pregnancy and all the drugs and begged him to do the surgery. He explained that they would have to do it via incision not laproscopically and I said that was fine, he also tried telling me he wouldn't do it because "someday I'd want a boy" after he found out all my children were female. Eventually he came back saying the on-cal surgeon would do it around 11am. And so the baby and I snuggled and bonded until 11, as I dozed in my morphine haze.
By 11 the morphine was wearing off and it occured to me that I was an idiot. Not because I didn't want the tubal but because my siren song was "DO NOT WANT SPINAL ANESTHESIA" all through labour and here I was 5 hours after the easiest birth ever going to get a spinal and have elective surgery. DUMB.
So the surgeon asked me how old my kids were and I said 7&5 and 5 hours. And he laughed.
The surgery sucked, if it weren't for that it would have been the easiest child birth ever, and all told event he healing from that has been pretty minor so far.
So I didn't get my un-medicated hippie birth at home alone in the shower, but I'm not losing any sleep over it, all told it was a better experience than I was expecting.
Here's the thing though, with the tubal, I have never been so sure of a decision in my life, which is odd for a variety of reasons mainly that I didn't think I was sold on the idea of definitely never ever ever again, I'm the queen of short lived relationships and changing my mind, we had a good out come from this pregnancy all things considered, the baby got to term, my organs held out until the end of it, and I didn't get put on bed rest till the third trimester. I could have potentially decided at some point to take a chance and do it again. But honestly, I'd birth a thousand babies, labour and delivery don't scare me, I'd even do it at home alone in the shower, but I couldn't do another pregnancy like this, worrying about what the drugs are doing to the baby, worrying about how my family is holding up to my inability to take care of things for myself, we got lucky this time and I don't need to get "unlucky" to learn this lesson, my body is not compatible with pregnancy, if I at some point decide I want more children I'll adopt, find a surrogate, etc. I obviously can't get my head around abortion as an option for myself either at this phase of my life, so sterilization seems the only responsible choice. I couldn't do this to another baby, ever, and as we've learned I'm not likely to just spontaneously "get better".
Speaking of, I'm down to 60mg of Adalat once a day and 400mg Labetalol 4x a day. So it's progress. Got off the drug with the major depression side effect and almost instantly the world came back into focus and had color in it again, I felt like I'd woken up from a dream that started last fall, and I was horrified with how much of a run away freight train this pregnancy had become and how detached and emotionally void I'd become.
I love this baby more than breathing and I've cried a lot apologizing to her for all I put her through to get here, but in the end I am so glad she's here.
My mother's day present 2012:
Taken Sunday morning, so babe was 26 hours old or so.
So At 36 weeks (Tuesday May 1st) I was given the go ahead to do whatever I wanted to try and bring on labor, so I drank a bucket of RRL tea, took evening primrose oil and black cohosh alternating those herbs for 2 days then doing two days of lots of walking, nipple stimulation and cinnamon bark and RRL tea. What I got was a week of prodromal labour sometimes that lasted in consistent painful patterns for 3-4 hours before slowing down and letting me sleep them off, after a week of that the contractions didn't need herbs or any stimulation and were pretty constant though to varying degrees. My OBGYN did a cervical check at 37 weeks (May 8th) and said it was still quite posterior and not overly favourable to induction which was fine by me, I continued my attempted natural methods and he gave me the go-ahead to stay pregnant awhile longer and try and get my "natural" birth. Well the home care nursing team were still vsisting daily and flipping their shit about the meds and the fact that the BP wasn't going down, my protein creatinine ration was just on the border of pre-e and they wanted me to do another 24 hour UA but I kept putting it off because peeing in a jug for a day just isn't fun. At the end of my pregnancy I was on 250mg Aldomet 4 times a day, 400mg Labetalol 4 times a day, and 80mg Adalat once a day, for perspective, pre-pregnancy I was on 60mg Adalat once a day, and that was it. And I was advised to take a fair bit of tylenol with codeine to manage the side effects (namely blinding headaches) of the drugs.
So Friday the 11th of May the home care nurse Carmen shows up and I fail my BP check again, she phones my doctor and he says "send her in for an induction", I was contracting regularly every 5 minutes or so and had checked my cervix myself finding it at 3cm and much further forward than it had been on Tuesday. So after the home care nurse sentenced me to the hospital I cried, for a solid hour, I packed my bag, a baby-stuff bag and some books and I cried, because I just didn't believe they'd actually be inducing and I was scared of getting admitted indefinitely again.
I got to the hospital at 2pm, I was sent to the PNAU (assessment) and they hooked me up and monitored the baby and checked my BP 12 times, took blood, and then I waited. I called my mom to pick up the girls from school and told her this was likely going to be "it" though I didn't fully believe it and I didn't want to bother Lee until closer to the end of "working hours" because we'd had so many trips to the hospital I was still somewhat thinking I might be home for dinner.
My OB showed up around 4pm and told the resident and med student to do an internal exam and induce me via whatever method they thought would be most successful. They checked me (and I bantered with the med student who's name was Brian and told them I'd pay them off in cookies if they could actually make this induction happen) I was 3-4cm and they determined that to be "too far" along to induce in the triage suite so I'd have to wait for a bed in L&D but it should be within the hour as they were just doing shift change.
I finally text Lee and told him what was going on, he said he'd be there around 6 and I told him not to rush because I figured inductions take awhile.
And then I waited. By 9pm I was still waiting, Brian the med student came back with the bad news around 11, they'd had people call in sick and there weren't enough nurses in L&D to take me on, I told them that wasn't acceptable, suggested they break my water, send me home and I'd have a baby by myself in the bathtub and come back to be checked out in the morning. The staff looked sufficiently horrified, they called the OB and talked to the charge nurse and came back with the verdict that they'd admit me and induce "hopefully in the morning", I told them that wasn't going to happen, and suggested we go home, sleep and come back at 7 or 8 or whenever morning shift change was and they could induce then. They thought that was unacceptable. We were at a stalemate. And poor Lee after working all day was half asleep in the uncomfortable chair. I suggested he go home and told him I'd call him in the morning or when the baby was born, all of this was while still having minor contractions here and there. So as I was getting dressed to leave against medical advice, the on-call OB flipped his shit and magically found a bed for me, so at 11:45pm I walked over into labor room 3.
Of course because they were short staffed they couldn't find a nurse to give me an IV for the pitocin, and I was deemed too far dilated for cervadil so the resident doc and one of the nurses (I met every nurse on L&D that night because they were short staffed and couldn't assign one to me, I got whoever they could spare at any given time, so yeah 8-10 different nurses all of whom I had to explain my history to when they came into the room, it was repetitive) so at midnight, they broke my water which involved having one nurse push on my fundus while the other took her
And then around 2 am they sent me back to bed and hooked me up to the monitor, and that's where I was told to stay, on my back, for the next 4 hours, it sucked donkey balls. Someday medical science will learn that labouring on your back is bad, that obsessive monitoring is unnecessary and that birth goes much more smoothly without all the drugs and hormones when you can moan and move and walk and take a hot shower and WORK WITH YOUR BODY NOT AGAINST IT.
They checked me around 4am and said I was about 4cm which was really discouraging and served no purpose at all, the contractions HURT and that was what I knew to be important.
Labour HURT, it hurt so much more than Adalie's labour, I was exhausted as I'd been awake most of the night before and out of bed at 5am on Friday and it was now 4am on Saturday, and they wouldn't let me get out of bed. Not to mention the baby was kicking like a FIEND even during contractions which made them twice as painful. I don't remember either of my other kids kicking during labour at all, but Grace kicked constantly, just like she did pretty much the entire pregnancy (OCTOPUS!!!!). So I was whining and moaning flat on my back on the bed and they offered me an epidural which I swore up and down I wasn't getting, NO SPINAL ANESTHESIA became my themesong, this is important and very funny because of what happens later. I did consent to and IV at this point and a shot of whatever narcotic, which helped for about 10 minutes and then I was back to doing whatever kind of acrobatics leaning half off the bed and pissing off the random nurses because their precious monitors couldn't accurately get a read on the baby every single second and wouldn't I just calm down and get an epidural.
Finally around 5am I asked for a birth ball, they brought one in and let me lean against the bed on it, it helped quite a bit and I stayed there for about an hour getting louder and more pathetic sounding every 30-40 seconds as the contractions came closer, and they gave me some morphine which did nothing at all, not a single goddamn thing, and they still hadn't gotten around to giving me pitocin which I was super thankful for as my body was doing just fine birthing this baby all by it's self.
The contractions were coming pretty well one on top of another by 6am, and all I could do was moan and cry, I said to Lee "I can't do this" which signaled to me that I was in transition but because of the morphine I couldn't convey this information to any of the doctors or to Lee, so the doctors gave me another shot of narcotics in the IV and all they did was make me foggy, labour was agonizing, I couldn't move because of their monitors and finally I gasped to the nurse of the hour that I thought the baby was in a bad position and despite the monitors I got up on hands and knees and leaned into a few contractions before they got pissed and made me lay back down. The nurse then left the room to gossip to another nurse about how I was "only 6cm and should have taken the epidural as it looked to be another 3hours till I'd be birthing by her best guess" (I got this info from Lee after the fact as I was a pain drug zombie screaming while hanging off the bed and nearly ripping the rails off at this point).
I attempted and failed to use my psychic powers to tell everyone that I knew it'd be soon despite being only 6cm moments earlier but my psychic powers are legendary in how sub-parr they are so no one figured it out, until another nurse showed up and said "she's back to back contracrtions, I think she's ready to push" to which another nurse chimed in "they just checked her at 6cm", they asked if I wanted to push, but honestly I had no urge to push at all, so I said I wasn't sure, I had lots of pressure but no "OMG URGE TO PUSH" the way I'd had with Ada's birth, so she checked me and said 10cm +1 and so I started pushing with the contractions and surprisingly it still hurt just as much (with both my other births I pushed for 3 hours and pushing helped with the pain but was slow going) four back to back contractions I pushed through and she was out at 6:30am Saturday May 12th, 2012, the pain instantly stopped, the birth it's self was easy, effortless, not a single tear, not even a paper cut type of scratch, I felt AMAZING, after her birth, they put her straight to my chest and we snuggled and she nursed immediately, and the placenta delivered just as easily, I didn't feel at all like I'd just had a baby. It was completely surreal.
They were of course concerned that she would have breathing trouble due to the narcotics they'd given me so close to delivery, she didn't though, and I've never worried about her breathing, she just seems so... permanent, is the only word I have for it, like strong only not based on anything physical just my own intuition. I can't really describe it. They weighed her at 5lbs 15.8oz, which is really 6lbs but they went with 5, 15 because I'd had an IV during labour so they figured her weight was likely a bit inflated from that, 18 and 3/4 inches long though she wasn't measured until later in the day.
And then in my morphine haze I realized, Lee was gone, and I wasn't sure when he'd left or where he'd gone. I sent a nurse out to look for him to no avail and so, I waited. And about 25 minutes later in he strolled with a starbucks, he'd apparently heard the nurse saying she thought it'd be another 3 hours and figured he'd need the power of caffeine to not pass out in the chair at the critical moment he'd gone to get a coffee. Now this is funny for a great many reasons, one because it illustrates the communication issue we tend to have (namely that he under communicates) and two because I'd said from the beginning of the pregnancy I didn't want him around for the birth (and no I've never been able to put my finger on the "why" of that, I think it boils down to feeling like birth is "womens work" and not wanting male energy around for it, no matter how compassionate nurturing or loving) so it all worked out swimmingly and the first words out of his mouth were "really, you're kidding me, the one time I step out the room? I was only gone like 20 minutes!!" and so we laughed about it and he held her, and then I sent him and his starbucks home to get some sleep with the promise he'd be back later.
And then a new nurse came in and asked me what my plan was for birthcontrol and I said "no more babies" and she asked if I wanted a tubal and said she knew the on-call doc and could arrange for one that morning. And so, I jumped on it. In my morphine haze I argued with the doctor about my age, told him 3 kids was enough especially after hell pregnancy and all the drugs and begged him to do the surgery. He explained that they would have to do it via incision not laproscopically and I said that was fine, he also tried telling me he wouldn't do it because "someday I'd want a boy" after he found out all my children were female. Eventually he came back saying the on-cal surgeon would do it around 11am. And so the baby and I snuggled and bonded until 11, as I dozed in my morphine haze.
By 11 the morphine was wearing off and it occured to me that I was an idiot. Not because I didn't want the tubal but because my siren song was "DO NOT WANT SPINAL ANESTHESIA" all through labour and here I was 5 hours after the easiest birth ever going to get a spinal and have elective surgery. DUMB.
So the surgeon asked me how old my kids were and I said 7&5 and 5 hours. And he laughed.
The surgery sucked, if it weren't for that it would have been the easiest child birth ever, and all told event he healing from that has been pretty minor so far.
So I didn't get my un-medicated hippie birth at home alone in the shower, but I'm not losing any sleep over it, all told it was a better experience than I was expecting.
Here's the thing though, with the tubal, I have never been so sure of a decision in my life, which is odd for a variety of reasons mainly that I didn't think I was sold on the idea of definitely never ever ever again, I'm the queen of short lived relationships and changing my mind, we had a good out come from this pregnancy all things considered, the baby got to term, my organs held out until the end of it, and I didn't get put on bed rest till the third trimester. I could have potentially decided at some point to take a chance and do it again. But honestly, I'd birth a thousand babies, labour and delivery don't scare me, I'd even do it at home alone in the shower, but I couldn't do another pregnancy like this, worrying about what the drugs are doing to the baby, worrying about how my family is holding up to my inability to take care of things for myself, we got lucky this time and I don't need to get "unlucky" to learn this lesson, my body is not compatible with pregnancy, if I at some point decide I want more children I'll adopt, find a surrogate, etc. I obviously can't get my head around abortion as an option for myself either at this phase of my life, so sterilization seems the only responsible choice. I couldn't do this to another baby, ever, and as we've learned I'm not likely to just spontaneously "get better".
Speaking of, I'm down to 60mg of Adalat once a day and 400mg Labetalol 4x a day. So it's progress. Got off the drug with the major depression side effect and almost instantly the world came back into focus and had color in it again, I felt like I'd woken up from a dream that started last fall, and I was horrified with how much of a run away freight train this pregnancy had become and how detached and emotionally void I'd become.
I love this baby more than breathing and I've cried a lot apologizing to her for all I put her through to get here, but in the end I am so glad she's here.
My mother's day present 2012:
Taken Sunday morning, so babe was 26 hours old or so.
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Date: 2012-11-02 12:07 am (UTC)i'm so happy the hospital was a good experience. as a previous uc'er, i had reservations about birthing in a hospital myself and it ended up being perfect. so glad you got this too. how funny that lee stepped out and that's when she came. timely, perhaps?
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baby grace <3