The baby is on the outside!
Maximilian Moroch Geller was born at 5:49 am on Wednesday, May 26. 8 lbs, 2 oz, 19.5 in.
I have recapped my experience for many. I will try to do so again in as brief a way as I can.
Monday, around 7:30 pm, I woke up from a nap and felt something gushy. I was relieved that I had not peed on myself. I suspected something was up. Small gushes continued. At midnight, it was noted that I was standing above a puddle of my own making, so we called the doctor. She said call back if I were to begin having contractions.
Just before 4 am I began feeling what I deemed to be contractions. They were irregular and not very painful. I called the doctor at 5:30. She said to call back when they were painful and 5 minutes apart, or else come into her office at 1 pm.
Contractions stopped around 8 am. I panicked. They started again at around 10:45, now more frequent and more painful. I panicked. They were still between 8-10 minutes apart when we showed up at the doctor. It was determined that my amniotic membrane had in fact ruptured, and we were told to precede to the hospital. We were checked into triage at 3:15 pm. By this time I was thoroughly miserable. Blood was taken and sent to the lab. Results didn't get back until almost 6:30, when they were finally able to call the anesthesiologist for the epidural. I went from thinking I was going to die to feeling like I was on vacation.
Brian was wonderful the entire time. I continued feeling fantastic as my body continued to dilate and contract, and the baby's head continued to descend. At 3:30 am, I was told it was almost time to push. I couldn't feel my legs, and was perfectly fine with that, but my doctor seemed to think this wasn't the best. The epidural was shut off (I thought they were just turning it down).
When I first started to feel the contractions, I was very happy to push. But the pain got increasingly worse, and I became increasingly exhausted. Brian, who is usually quite sheepish, and was unable to watch the birthing videos, handled my exposure and writhing remarkably well.
It occurred to me as I felt like I was dying that though there is perhaps nothing more natural than birth, there is nothing that feels more unnatural than passing a small human out through your hooha.
Eventually and horror-show-like, the baby was pushed into the outside. The doctor and nurse wiped him off and laid him on top of me. It was the most foreign thing they could have done. This thing that had just been inside me (and causing me so much pain) was now outside and alive, with eyes and mouth and voice. It was alive! I asked if they could clean him off first. They told me he was as clean as he needed to be. I didn't believe them, as I spied a blood clot in his hair.
They eventually took him to the nursery. I felt like a train had run over the bottom half of my body. And I looked it too. A couple of nurses came in to clean me up. I was completely exposed and in a pool of my own gross with the door to the delivery room wide open to passing traffic, but I couldn't care less.
Brian and I were moved into a postpartum room. We slept. I was told I needed to use a bedpan, but sneaked off to the bathroom on my own, dragging my IV with me. When I returned, unsteady on my feet, there was that same little human. It had followed me here. It was crying. They gave it to Brian and me, and here it was, our son. It didn't seem right that they should trust us with this tiny creature.
I had lugged my giant camera to the hospital, and was so sure I was going to email people and blog about my experience. But I've been completely overwhelmed and exhausted.
Brian and I both think Max is adorable, and I think he looks an awful lot like his dad. Brian wrote this to a family member, and it made me want to cry:
New parenthood, as you know, is unadulterated bliss. All he does is lie there and flail his arms about occasionally, and it makes Deb and I ridiculously happy. It's very odd and magical.
Here are some pictures of Max. I uploaded them to a picasa album:
I think Max looks an awful lot like his dad.
Here are some more.
What a good sport our baby is!
Also, here is an album of some pictures Brian took: