We’re home! Thank you for all your kind words. Attic Man printed them out for me and brought them to the hospital. It was nice to still feel connected to the world while the Snapper and I were slowly getting used to life as separate entities.
What can I say? After a labor that was quite like being hit by a truck, the first morning home with no more than hour-long catnaps between feedings feels comparatively pleasant. So I am here saying hello to all of you.
I’ll post the birth story later (I think in two versions: short summary, and below a cut, gory details for those of you who can handle it) but suffice it to say that although it took almost 40 hours to bring our son into the world, it was well worth it. I have no plans to do it again, ever, but for him I would do it a thousand times. The Snapper himself handled labor like a champ. There were a few scary moments after he emerged—a 3 on the initial Apgar, 9 later—but he revived rather quickly, if not grumpily. I am happy to say that we now know, on a bi-hourly basis, that his lungs are very, very healthy.
I couldn’t have made it through labor without my excellent team, the foremost among them, self-proclaimed “Dudela”, Attic Man. He was amazing. He was up with me the entire labor and is the main reason I didn’t succumb to the temptation of pain meds (more on that later—I must say now that I have more understanding now than ever for women who choose medical pain management). I also had an awesome team of nurses who respected our birth plan to the letter and guarded it with their lives. As each new shift came on (I must have had five or six different labor nurses), the outgoing nurse would hand-pick the next nurse based on how well-suited she’d be for our preferences. Each new nurse, upon introduction, would reaffirm that she was on board and enthusiastically praised us for sticking with it. Last, our doctor was the coolest cucumber on the block. She must have said, “yes you can, you’re almost done” a hundred times during the five-hour pushing stage (yes, you read that correctly) to my pitiful cries of “no I won’t, I can’t, I’m done!”
But now we’re finally home and nursing well—little man didn’t quite get the sucking and latching thing for the first day, but has since more than made up for it—and the dogs are being absolute champs. We’re just going to enjoy being in familiar surroundings and rest.
Love to you all.
Picture here. (if you can’t see the picture, click on Nov. 27 and look for Sam). More later when we get the necessary component for the digital camera.