Monday, October 29, 2012

Welcome, Milo

On the evening of October 15th, I realized that I was saying the word, "Yikes" every seven minutes.

If that happens, and you're 40 weeks pregnant, it means you're in labour. The thing about labour, though, is that in its early stages it often lasts for days.  I had a clinic appointment scheduled for the next afternoon which we kept. Contractions were still 7 minutes apart. They sent us home. Evening came. The Man of Science and all the pets went to sleep. I stayed up, saying "yikes" a little louder for a while, and eventually switching to profanities. I watched episodes of The Golden Girls in the bathtub. Eventually I just paced around the room. When the contractions were 5 minutes apart and I was in a lot of pain and slightly delirious from lack of sleep, I woke the MoS up and said it was time to go to the hospital.

At first they said they weren't even going to admit us, but then the nurse told me that the baby wasn't reacting well to my contractions. They admitted us, we called our doula, Danielle, and I made myself comfortable in the hospital bed.

A few hours later, we were still hanging out peacefully in the hospital room, expecting many, many more hours of labour. I was sitting on an exercise ball and chatting with Danielle. The Man of Science had gone home (with everyone's blessing) to walk the dogs. A nurse came in to check the baby's heartbeat. She couldn't find it. I was immediately uneasy because since the very early stages of his existence, this child's heartbeat had been easy to detect. Doppler machines, ultrasounds, whatever - the heartbeat was always there.

Within about two minutes I was, as I kept describing it to people, in the middle of a Gray's Anatomy episode. Bed flattened and being wheeled through hospital hallways with nurses and doctors running alongside, double doors flying open, mask pressed over my face while I very sincerely asked the nurse who was holding my hand, "Is my baby going to die?" She couldn't answer.

Eight minutes later, I was unconscious and Milo George was born via a very emergency cesarean section. Very much alive and completely healthy. All seven glorious pounds of him.

Since I was put completely under, so didn't know the full extent of what had happened until I woke up, hours later. As a precaution, Milo stayed in the neo-natal intensive care unit for the first few days of his life, but soon he was with us in our small hospital room. Since then we've all been together as a new family of three and Milo has been paying us back for his difficult birth by being a fairly easy baby. Knock on wood.

Now we are all home, learning how to live together and muddling happily through these first few weeks. I am healing slowly and taking things easy and counting my blessings. More in love with my two guys than I really ever thought anyone could be.

So lucky.

J.

23 comments:

Shannon said...

Congratulations!!! I am glad that all is well!

VeganLisa said...

Congratulations! Welcome Milo. I am so happy to hear everyone is home and doing well.

picky said...

So glad everything turned out ok, but sorry you had to deal with such a scare. Enjoy your sweet family. I was so excited to see a post from you!

coyote said...

Glad you found that heartbeat again, ma'am...

Anonymous said...

congratulations on the safe birth of Milo. i'm so glad he arrived safely. continued health and happiness is wished for you. Fran

Lyf said...

Yikes you got me all worried for a second but so relieved everything is okay. Please do try to blog soon so we can hear all about this never ending adventure of yours. Oh and I can't believe I nearly forgot to say it. Congratufuckinglations.

Lois said...

So wonderful! And very frightening. Well wishes to you and your lovely family.

Zoom said...

I think the most surprising thing about becoming a mom is how much your capacity for love suddenly increases.

Congratulations to all of you - I can't wait to meet him.

Lynn said...

Congratulations - he's adorable, and love his name! Good to hear you are all happy and healthy, hope you are healing well.

Allysia said...

You're pretty lucky, I'm glad all is well with you guys. I don't often talk about this but I was in a situation sort of like yours once upon a time, only my baby didn't make it. I wouldn't wish that situation on my worst enemy (granted, I don't think I have a worst enemy), so I'm really glad things turned out okay for you. Take care. xo

candace said...

Yay, congrats on your little guy! I'm glad your Gray's Anatomy episode had a happy ending :)

nancy said...

Congratulations!!! Sounds terrifying, but I'm glad all turned out well :)

Amanda said...

Yikes indeed! I'm glad it all worked out and that you and Milo are both safe and healthy. Congratulations on your new little man, he is delicious.

Blake said...

Congrats! Milo looks beautiful!

Maggie Muggins said...

Congratulations! That sounds like a scary experience but I’m happy to hear that everything went ok and you all made it home safely. Enjoy your time with the new babe and your hubby :)

Anonymous said...

Congrats! I was so happy seeing your post and the picture of lovely Milo, and I'm glad everything turned out well! Love to you and your new little family, Katrin

urban vegan said...

Congratulations! Milo is perfect.

I'm very sorry that you had to go thru the C-section but am relieved Milo is ok. Hoping you heal quickly. Enjoy your little angel.

Asian Vegan Eats said...

Congratulation!! And OMG what a story to tell Milo when he's all grown up!! He is super adorable.

Vegyogini said...

Congratulations! So grateful for healthy baby and parents.

Anonymous said...

Congrats on your new addition! I stumbled upon your vegan banana bread recipe a few weeks ago and it has become a fast favourite in our household - especially for my toddler son who has a dairy allergy. So thank you! Best wishes for a gentle recovery and easy transition into the joys of motherhood.

awesomeveganrad said...

Wow! I'm glad you're both ok! And congratulations! Milo is an awesome name, by the way.

Madison Conlin said...

I found your blog while researching vegan crepe making.. and then realized you're also in Ottawa. And then that your little one is Milo. My one year old is Otis! Glad he got here safely and that our crêpes are yummy. :)

Jennifer said...

How great! Milo and Otis.