July 9
When the Politician’s Wife Mom had the highest possible blood pressure with out breaking the stethoscope and feet swollen the size of small countries, a decision was made to induce labour.
Now she may have been uppity but she was no whiner or complainer so when she told myself and the Mom-of-the-Twins on the Way what she went through during delivery, we believed her.
It seems the birthing process was a horror show, as the drugs administered in the early morning to induce labour did not do their job, so more was added, then more added, then more added, you get the picture.
Meanwhile her Ob/Gyn, a bit of a player, flirting with the Moms in Waiting, went home, and told the nurses not to call me “when” but call me “if”. Very comforting message for a first time Mom-In-Waiting who had little idea of what would happen going in to labour, and now not sure if she is ever going to be out of labour, as the compiled drugs racked her body with waves of pain.
All thoughts of natural childbirth, all those hours of practicing breathing taught at Prenatal Classes were forgotten as she strived to hang on. The nurses would check her dilation, try to encourage her, just an other thirty minutes and then just another thirty minutes, you are doing a great job. And then, as slow as it had been, some where in the wee hours of dawn of the next day, it ended in a flash, no thanks to her doctor, who slid in the door, just in time to catch her beautiful baby girl slip out without a lick of help from her Ob/Gyn.
Since labour had been induced at 38 weeks, her baby jaundiced and had to stay at the hospital after her Mom was discharged, as is often the case. There she was, a bouncing Baby Girl, in the Special Care Nursery under the blue/green lights, her eyes covered, with only a diaper on, in order to break down the bilirubin. All the moms I met during my hospital stays, came to visit me in early September, along with a nanny for the Politician’s Baby and of course … all the Babies born. Now we could celebrate happy endings. I wonder what and where they are today, don’t you, Wonder Boy?
All’s well that ends well…