I wrote this a while ago and wasn't sure whether to post. Well, now even more people I know are pregnant and this is an important part of my life, so I will share....
With one of my closest friends expecting her third baby and a friend here in Bangkok pregnant with her first, pregnancy has been on my mind. No, we are not planning on a fifth, just reminiscing on the past. Both of these friends are interested in natural childbirth. When I was pregnant with Eris, I read the advice that reading lots of childbirth stories would help prepare so I would have a better idea of what to expect. Someone gave me a book of birth stories which was a fun read but didn't really prepare me. Each story was very different from the others, and each of my own four birth stories are radically different. Everyone should just expect each birth to be different from anything they've ever heard of; that's the best way to be prepared.
As a rising third year medical student, I knew the basics of labor but had not experienced many deliveries. I also had read quite a bit about giving birth and practiced the Bradley method of relaxation. I was actually very terrible at relaxing, but thought that in the "real thing" I would do better - ha! I knew that most labors do not begin with the water breaking (supposedly Hollywood often depicts it this way, but I didn't know as I don't watch many movies). I expected contractions to begin far apart and so mild that I barely noticed them. I would have time to pack my bag, go on a walk with my husband, maybe eat a light meal before the contractions started becoming uncomfortable. I had taken a major medical school exam (USMLE Step 1) at 38 weeks pregnant and had been anticipating the birth any day after that. I had made up my mind that the baby was going to be born after the due date, so was not anticipating going into labor on this particular day which was the day before the due date.
Philip and I were staying at my parents house for the summer. I had wanted to have the baby in the States, as it was my first and I was more comfortable with the medical system and language. I also wanted to be with my mom, although she would have come to Israel for the birth if I had requested. This particular morning, Philip was working in the front garden while I relaxed in the soft green grass. My mother was away grocery shopping. Philip somehow managed to lift a garden rock in a way that tweaked his back. He suddenly cried out in pain and couldn't stand up or talk. I thought he was having a heart attack. I started sobbing and trying to lift him up. He finally managed to pull himself up on the nearby truck, and I was able to help him into the house with him trying hard to to lean too heavily on me. I had just gotten him to the couch just inside door and sat down beside him when a pain nearly doubled me over. I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even cry. I didn't immediately tell Philip, as he was in pain himself, and I thought maybe it would be an isolated event. Before I had much time to hope that would be the case, another pain came, just as bad. I told Philip that I thought that I was in labor; he looked at me in disbelief. He couldn't walk, so in between contractions I him a cane we had in the house from my brother's twentieth birthday (the age of becoming "old" as we considered it as children).
With the cane, Philip was able to hobble around the house. He got a watch and timed the contractions - five minutes apart; at this point we were supposed to call the hospital. In the meantime, I went to the bathroom and was pretty certain my water broke. I was dismayed. All of this was not supposed to happen until hours into labor. My mother had a cell phone but couldn't be reached. We called my dad at work and left a message. Philip called the clinic, and they instructed us to come in. A few minutes later, they called back and told us to go straight to the hospital. Philip tried to gather all the supplies that I had planned to pack during early labor. He just threw things into a bag. I gave reminders as I could from the couch. As my mom pulled in the garage, Philip met her with a cane in one hand, an unzipped and overflowing overnight bag over one shoulder, camera bag over the other hand. He told her we needed to get the hospital as I was in labor.
My mother is very practical and stable. She is not one to rush into things. She calmly unpacked the groceries and then started slicing potatoes for the soup she had planned for supper. She explained that she wanted to have supper in the crockpot in case the labor proved a false alarm. It seems funny now, but then all I could think was that she was crazy. In her defense, she had no idea how uncomfortable I was and probably thought that my contractions were pretty mild. Finally she got the potatoes in the pot, so in between contractions, Philip with cane in hand, helped me to the car. I had to stop for a contraction on the way and afterward promptly threw up all over the garage. At least it wasn't in the car.
There is a road in my hometown that is made up of large concrete blocks. When it was made, it was thought that it would be simpler and cheaper to replace one block at a time as needed rather than repave the whole road for each little crack. I have always loved that road; it is the signal that I am almost home, no matter how far I have come. When I was little, the gentle bump, bump of the road would wake me when arriving home late at night. Now this same road was torture; during a contraction every bump jarred me horribly and made me feel nauseous. I wanted my mom to drive slowly but I wanted to arrive at the hospital sooner rather than later.
My mom dropped us off at the front entrance and then went to park the car. Philip and I foolishly thought that since the clinic had told us to go ahead to the hospital that they would have informed the good people at the hospital. We thought that someone would be expecting us and waiting to whisk us up to labor and delivery, so we were a little taken aback when the lady at the welcome desk asked us what she could do for us. Philip announced, "We're having a baby!" The lady smiled politely and didn't know what to say. Then she looked over at me, double over and panting through a contraction and said, "Oh, you mean now?!"
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