L&D Part Two…
So let’s be honest here. When it came to what was going to happen when I had my little munchkin, I didn’t have a freaking clue. I mean, in some ways I thought I did, but I didn’t. And I knew it. I didn’t have a Doula. I really wanted one, but our tortured finances didn’t really allow for us to pay for one, and I was too shy to ask for someone to do it for me just simply out of the love in their hearts. Well, really, I sorta asked one friend of mine, but I think we had some miscommunication and she didn’t realize what I was asking. Or something. Whatever, it’s cool. I really have NO hard feelings about it. And heck, when you’re in labor, let me tell you. It is REALLY in your best interest to let as many things roll as you possibly can.
I recently dug through the archives and found Dooce’s labor story, about the birth of her daughter, Marlo. I was very touched by everything she wrote. A little jealous about some parts… like how she had a sea of people around her. But then, I hadn’t made a solid plan for a support system. I think I probably would have had a better experience if I had, but that’s what happens when you’re trying to prepare for something totally blind. When it comes down to it, I had exactly who I needed in there with me in the end. My husband and my rockin’ L&D Nurse, Melissa. I will never forget that woman and all her daggum jewelry. She was cracking me up. Honest to Blog, I have NEVER seen a nurse with that much bling. It was GREAT!!
So, anyway. I was reading Dooce’s story (very much as a result of the encouragement of my friend Thea), and I decided I wanted to share mine with you. Well, and, people have asked, so I finally decided to, eight months later, get off my duff and share!!! I must warn you, however, I’m not going to spare any details. If you think you might be easily grossed out, or have TMI aversion, don’t read this. Seriously. Don’t. Or at least skip past the first couple paragraphs.