Celebration.
My son arrived yesterday, Wednesday, April 13, 2011 at 6:14 pm. After approximately four hours of labor! He was born in the water. The last hour of his labor was the most intense hour of my life. Ever. No question. I was raging through labor and was convinced that at 5:30 when we arrived at Inanna birth center that I was certainly in transition. When Jean, my midwife checked me she let me know I was 4cm. I was freaking out inside my head because I had NO idea how I would manage through the rest of labor with contractions that were blowing me to smithereens like these were. They were right on top of each other, more intense than anything I experienced while in my ten hours of labor with Zoe, they were more than a minute long, and barreling through my body at less than a minute apart. They truly made me question my own sanity at choosing natural birth. Needless to say, and to keep it brief today (I’ll write the whole story later), 40 minutes later I was holding my son in my arms. Hardest hour of my life, but worth it. Worth it all.
The Joy of This 