Here it is.
My baby is nearly 5 months old now. Life is busy now with two kids. (Biggest understatement I have ever made, possibly.)
Here is the story of the birth. The day Clyde was born, I did many things. I can't even remember them all. Here is a list of what I do remember:
- shopped at Trader Joes. The cashier asked when I was due. "Monday," I said. Two days away.
- went to the library.
- made three loaves of meatloaf. One of these loaves was dinner for David and Ila that night. They were supposed to go in the freezer that night (for post-baby meals), but stayed in the fridge for 2 more days.
- Emailed a friend. "Baby has not come."
- emailed j the square. "mailed the choker yesterday." For her wedding.
- went to a church dinner before Relief Society general conference. I ate tomato basil soup but could not eat the bread because it had wheat. Then I had ice cream. I thought my chair was very uncomfortable.
- sat and started watching conference. thought I had gas pain from the ice cream. Pulled out my phone to measure intervals just the same.
- water broke one hour in. luckily, did not get onto church pew. dash to the ladies room. I guess it was not gas after all.
4th floor entry: Can you please spell your name? What is your date of birth? I thought, let me through before I am killed.
More screaming. The nurses can hear me down the hall and prep the room for me. The nurse tells me to breathe.
5 minutes later: baby comes out. His head was perfectly round. No time to be squished. Thank you Kate the doctor. It was 9:08 pm. My "gas" pain had started at 7 pm, and water broke at 8 pm.
Afterward, I was officially admitted to the hospital.
Afterward, I was officially admitted to the hospital.
I was wearing a yellow shirt (this one) and grey skirt during the birth. I wore that same skirt home 2 days later. Still mostly clean, amazingly enough.