Lucy’s Birth Story (Part 2)…

Considering Lucy turned 1 on Saturday I think it’s time I get around to finishing up her birth story 🙂

We left off here.

I remember thinking on the Tuesday prior to Thursday that the slight cramping I was feeling wasn’t all that bad and hey, if this is it then I could totally handle it. Ha. ha. ha. silly me. Thursday was full of pain, laughter, frustration, excitement, and more pain. Labor is no joke. To be honest I don’t remember a lot of what I was thinking during the whole thing, I just remember the intensity of it all. The intensity of each contraction, the intensity of my focus and determination, the intensity of my love for Geo (I felt so comforted to have him by my side), the intensity of my excitement to meet this little person — it all was just very intense. As the day drew on I then started to feel an intense desire to quit, like every woman in labor 🙂

Our midwife, Nicole, was fantastic through it all. It was such a long day, and as the hours went by I got more and more tired (at this point I was going on 48 hrs of no sleep), but Nicole helped keep us going and smiled through it all. I remember cracking jokes in between contractions and being open to anything that might help Lucy descend, which was becoming more and more of a problem as the day progressed.

Here are a couple of beauty shots.. #notmygreatestlook!

After a full day of hard labor 12:30 am on Friday morning rolled around and Nicole and her assistant came up to talk with Geo and I. Nicole was confident we could keep going, and we’d deliver a healthy baby but was also cautious of my exhaustion and honest about the fact that she wasn’t 100% certain why Lucy wasn’t descending more. It was likely she just needed more time but Nicole didn’t pretend to know more than she did and honestly, this is exactly what you want in a midwife – no heroes, just honesty. This slight question mark was enough for me to think it was time to transfer to the hospital. I was so tired and I thought by going to the hospital they could give me something for the pain and I could squeeze in a nap (ha, that was funny of me), but more than that I knew from the get-go if I ever questioned the safety of my baby while birthing at home I would transfer to the hospital. I didn’t think it would ever happen, but sure enough it did.

SO, off we went! Geo and me in one car, my mom (who was called to our house after we made the decision – she’d been staying at the local inn waiting for updates) and Nicole in her own car. We finally got there (I had contractions the whole way), and all I could think about was how lovely it’d be to get into bed and drift off to sleep. Well that didn’t happen because within 20 minutes of being there I was checked by their on-site midwife and sure enough Lucy was crowning… all she needed was that bumpy ride to the hospital!

30 minutes after that our baby was FINALLY here 🙂

And by 5 am she started meeting some of her biggest fans!

Our birth plan clearly didn’t go the way we’d hoped it would but we had a healthy baby girl and that’s all that matters. My prenatal care with Nicole at South Shore Midwifery was amazing, I honestly cannot say enough wonderful things about the care and support that Nicole provides. And everyone who cared for Lucy and I at the hospital was wonderful as well – we always felt like we were in good hands.

One thing I wish I could go back in time and change is… packing a hospital bag! haha Why oh why did I not do that?! I was so confident everything would go smoothly with the home birth that it didn’t dawn on me to be prepared, just in case. Because we were discharged the very next day (we requested this), no one had time to put together a bag for us, so I went home in Geo’s pajama pants and an oversized men’s button down shirt that my mom bought for me that day (pants and shirt were two VERY different patterns) and Lucy went home in a 0-3 month old onesie that her aunt kiki had bought for her as a gift THAT DAY. I had delicately washed all her new clothes so that nothing would irritate her newborn skin and then her very first full day of life she is put in a brand new, unwashed onesie. And I honestly didn’t really think twice about it… I blame the exhaustion 😀

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Happy Birthday to Me

It’s official, I am 30 years old. Yikes. With that comes a 30 year old face, one that seems to be much more willing to welcome little lines and age marks that are doing a wonderful job of freaking me out. I’ve never had beautifully smooth or blemish free skin but over the last couple years I’ve definitely noticed an increase in wrinkles, just little ones but still they’re there staring at me in the mirror.

So when I saw that Joanna Goddard (one of my favorite bloggers) posted about her favorite anti-aging cream products last week I decided it was fate intervening, telling me it was time to hop on the bandwagon and start investing in my skin (aka – I’m a huge sucker and saw my bday as an opportunity to splurge on myself).

Olay, please don’t disappoint, this face needs a little love!

In other news, this weekend I made this amazing soup for the second time around. Sharing it because it’s delicious AND easy to make – not always an easy combination to find. Go make it, I promise you won’t be disappointed. Ina knows whats up!

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Friday Five

Meetings, driving, work, repeat. That has been my week and boy am I excited to relax (kind of) tomorrow 🙂 My little sister is visiting Geo and I this weekend. She’s 9 yrs old so we’re planning on doing some geocaching with her, maybe some baking and then ordering chinese food (her fav) for dinner. Sunday I think I’ll pamper myself for the day while George plays in a frisbee tournament – it’s going to be a good weekend. What are you up to?

Friday Five:

My thoughts are with Paris tonight. What has happened there is horrible and there really are no words to descibe how I feel about it. As George put it earlier tonight, “This is not the world I want to bring our children up in” and I couldn’t agree more.

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My birthday is on Monday! Eeks. The big 3-0!

My lovely husband started my birthday weekend early and surprised me with flowers and two gifts that I’ve had my eye on. A Madewell tote that I fell in love with two years ago and the new Mary Louise Parker memoir that I heard about on NPR just yesterday – can’t wait to dig into it.

My new favorite show is the Netflix Series, Master of None. It’s smart. It’s witty. It’s real. It’s created by Aziz Ansari – enough said, right? If you’re in need of a new show, this is it.

My mom is all about saving the bees and I couldn’t help but think of her when I saw this 🙂

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Have a lovely weekend!