Take another walk with me down memory lane. 10 years ago today, I was 42 weeks pregnant...yes, forty-two. I was as big as a house and slightly depressed that I could no longer wear any maternity clothes other than a pajama -- which was made of polyester. That wouldn't have been so bad except for the fact that I was living in Saudi Arabia and the temp on that lovely day was around 35*C (or for my American friends, 93*F). I was large, I was hot, and I was swollen.
However, I had a doctor's appointment that morning. The previous 2 weeks I'd gone I was told "You're 3 cm dilated, you'll have that baby any day now!" I'd stopped believing my doctor and her enthusiasm. This time, I walked in and her face dropped, "You're still pregnant?! Get out of here, go to the hospital, it's not safe anymore!"
So, merry me, I took along my hospital admittance papers and we drove to the hospital. I walk in, all cheerful and happy and "yay we're having a baby" only to be stopped by a nasty old doctor who just dripped evil. "I don't care if you're 50 weeks pregnant," she cackled, "you're healthy, the baby's healthy, go home!" Then she got on her broom and flew away. Well, not really, but that's essentially what I imagined. :(
I softly cried to myself and began to waddle my way out of there, leaning on Mr. Delusional and trying to keep my wits about me. And then a nurse came up behind me and said, "Dr. McWitch is off duty at 5, why don't you come back at 530?" and I heard the angels sing.
So we went home. We were in the midst of moving from a 2 bedroom to a three (literally across the hall from one another, it was the kind of thing where you pick up a piece of furniture and move it to where you want it in the other apartment...no boxes or packing or any of that hogwash, so I moved some stuff around, Mr. Delusional got the bed put together and I took a nice, long nap. Later on, we had some supper and then drove back to the hospital. Dr. McWitch was gone and a new doctor was there. She smiled and said "Of course we can take you. There are a lot of women who are laboring right now, so you can just rest in your room until it's less busy." I loved her.
I got to my room, read a little bit...painted my toenails....read some more...then they delivered a supper to me...it was 7pm. They gave me a full chicken breast, mashed potatoes, gravy, a cup of tea and a small can of pop. I inhaled it all.
Finally, around 1030 they were ready for me. They wheeled me upstairs, we argued about how to induce (I wanted them to break my water...they said it was dangerous, etc, etc. I eventually got my way). Shortly after 11, they broke my water...the doctor tutting all the while. I had instantaneous and very strong contractions. The doctors and nurses decided to have a tea, because I was going to be "a while" before I delivered.
Around 1130, I told Mr. Delusional that I had to push. He pushed the call button. The nurse came in with her tea cup in hand and said, "Oh, you're not ready to push yet, Mama, but I'll check you..." and she proceeded to lift up the sheet covering my legs....at which point here eyes popped and her tea cup dropped and she shouted, "Doctor!! She's crowning!!"
At 1135, my beautiful baby girl was born. Very white, very chubby (those extra 2 weeks in utero really showed) and very, very hungry.
Happy 10th Birthday to my beautiful Iman. Love you forever!
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