an overdue birth story - part one

I wish I had the power to blog telekinetically. If that were the case, I would have had this post up months ago.

Alas, I don't, but here it is - finally:

My due date was Mon. September 18th, and as you may recall, in the days prior I was scrambling to get things ready for my son's arrival. And though I had been experiencing some minor cramping over the weekend, I really didn't think it was anything significant. So come Monday, I went off to work. And things went fine. A little cramping here and there, but nothing much. In the afternoon, I decided to do more packing for my upcoming office move. I stayed until 6pm doing that. Right before I left, I decided to lift a giant bag of trash into the dumpster.

On the drive home I started to feel as though I had heartburn. But I didn't give it much thought. Even though I knew that the onset of labor could feel like heartburn or stomach cramps. So when I got to the house, I told M that I had a stomach ache and that I was going to lie down. As the hours passed, the cramping became more rhythmic, and perhaps a bit more intense, but I still did not think much of it. It was still very tolerable, so I chalked it up to pre-labor cramping not actual contractions. Yeah. In hindsight, I think I was more afraid of labor than I wanted to admit, and I was in denial that it was actually happening. M checked on me a couple of times, but I assured him that I was fine.

But come midnight, I finally realized that the cramping was too strong and too fast (less than 5 min apart) so I called for M and told him that perhaps this was it. Just then, I felt a sharp jab in my lower abdomen and then a popping sensation. I jumped off the bed and a couple seconds later, fluid hit the floor. Not a whole bunch, but it was enough of a splash to tell me that my water had broken.

And then things got crazy. After my water broke, the contractions got really strong and really fast (less than two minutes apart), and I started to panic. I went into the bathroom and got on my hands and knees and then sort of froze in terror. I told M that I was really afraid and that I didn't know what to do. I was now moaning and rocking as the contractions came. M decided to play it safe and call an ambulance.

We can practically see the firehouse from our yard, so the EMTs were at our door about a minute later. I was wearing nothing but a skimpy nightgown, but they wouldn't let me take the time to put on anything else. So I went out the door with no underwear, no shoes, nothing but the nightie. Thankfully my hospital bag was packed, so M grabbed that and we were off.

The ambulance ride was nuts. They clocked my contractions at 86 seconds apart. The gurney was really narrow and I had to cling on to keep from rolling off at each turn. The contractions hurt like hell, and I was sweating buckets. I had my legs up and splayed which felt really weird, because there was a giant window at the rear of the ambulance. The guys assured that people couldn't see in, but at that point I really didn't care all that much. They kept checking to see if the baby was crowning (very possible with contractions that close), but he wasn't yet.

When we got to the hospital, I got to skip triage, and they sent me straight to a delivery room. Within minutes, a team of medical professionals were in there -- buzzing around, hooking me up to monitors, taking my history, etc. They told me someone would be in soon to examine me. Contractions were still strong and fast. I'm a little blurry here -- I remember doctors/med students asking me questions. Sometimes I could talk; sometimes I couldn't. Then at some point they did a cervical check. I don't remember if that hurt. It all sort of blends together as general misery. I figured that I must be near the transition phase of labor, seeing as I barely had seconds to rest between each contraction.

Um. Yeah.

After the exam (I don't remember who did it), I was told (and I don't remember by whom) that I was one centimeter dilated. One. Centimeter. I couldn't believe it. I had been one at one centimeter for two weeks already. How could I be going through all that and just be one centimeter?

So they asked me if I would like to have an epidural. "Yes," I said, "Yes, yes, I would."

They put in the order. My epidural was administered at one centimeter. I'm a toughie, eh? But the contractions were truly strong. It's just that my cervix was being stubborn.

Anyway, twenty minutes after the anesthesiologist left my room, the pain started to subside. And then I felt no pain at all. I could see the contractions on the monitor, but I felt absolutely nothing. The nurses rolled in a bed for M. and told us to get some sleep - they'd be back in a few hours to check on me.

M crawled into bed and was out in minutes. But I didn't feel much like sleeping, even though I knew that I should. Instead I just watched the monitors and the clock. It was 1 am.

At that point, I had no idea when the real fun would start. All I could do was to watch and wait.

TBC... 

Comments

[Flicka]

Yay, I'm so glad you're back, even if only for a while. I cna't wait to hear the rest of the story!

[Jenn]

I second Flicka, I can't wait to hear the rest.

[Portlairge]

Heh, Heh- I was just thinking that I really should get around to posting my birth story but my gut wasn't born until Sept 27th so I've got what? another week or so. Glad you're back- can't wait for the next installment.

[Portlairge]

That would be guy not gut, sheesh!

[T]

We have to hear the rest now - the anticipation is killing me!

[T]

We have to hear the rest now - the anticipation is killing me!

[Anna]

Thank you for filling us in! I've been dying to hear about Baby M's arrival! Glad you're okay and I totally get the whole it's-impossible-to-find-time thing. Be well, and I'll be checking in for the rest! Kindest wishes, Anna. : )

[fisher queen]

Yeah epidurals. I have no idea how people do it without them. No idea.

[Nico]

Yay! I've been hoping to hear M's birth story. Looking forward to more!

[lauralu]

i love that you were in denial of being in labor! so fabulous. hope you're well.

[waiting line]

...TBC?!?! I'm hooked. Can't wait for the details.

Congratulations!

[Heather]

Great to see an update and that you and family are well! Can't wait for the next part.

[stephanie]

now I need the rest of the story....!!!!

(and I got an epi at one cent as well.....)

[Kath]

Dear Pixi, it's so good to hear from you! Please continue the story soon!

[Ali]

Love to see that you are back. Anxiously awaiting the rest of the story.

[Micaela]

Part II of the story is now overdue. A notice from a lurker.

[Nico]

Yeah, part two, part two!!!!

[amy]

TBC? TBC!!! Great to read your birth story!! Looking forward to part 2.

[Sheila]

Hey, where's that Part 2! :) No, we know your busy. But we miss you. Just, y'know, when you get a chance...

[heather]

I'm beginning to lose all hope of a part 2.

[Flicka]

Yay, Pixie! I'm so glad you're back. You and Lori...i thought you guys were gone forever.

[Flicka]

Hey, Pix...just checking in to see how things are going. Miss you.

[Lauren]

hey - wheres part two?!? =)

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I AM THE ROPE. Much as the clue they sent with the Holocaust, they use me to scapegoat their societal goals. One day I will be their sacrificial lamb for this abuse, ironically. This is their purpose for me.
All the elements described below contribute to the perception of "savior" and contribute to the concept of Christianity WITH THE LEAST AMONG US!!! Ironically, to end this abuse fom the gods I have to sacrifice my "candidacy". Only then will it stop. Sadly, I suspect they willuse another to continue this "savior" positioning, ensuring these people do not take responsibility for their own relationship with the gods.
However, they have allowed me to try to teach the people in exchange::::

1. Poker and subsequent Bionion murder 1990s as punishment
2. Magic - I am good and why we experience an educational event rather than magic-inspired theater, which is what the Bible is.
When the real thing happens it will "fly under the radar", as we witness here, as opposed to being "celebrated", as in the Bible.
3. Re-write
4. Use the word "temps" - clone hosts "on assignment".
6. Chevron aquisition of troubled Texaco punishment for repression of alternate technologies during 20th century, similar to tobacco industry behavior during the same era.
7. Reno earthquakes for WHAT HAPPENED TO ME DURING THE trips winter '08. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT ::::Maintaining the perception of "savior" is CRUCIAL to their positioning. Clues like this, clues like boss CAN'T BE TAKEN LITERALLY!!! They are deceptive, designed as figurative, all part of using me as THE ROPE.

In centuries past the use of clone hosts was very limited in number:::Kings, courts, the few wealthy. Now, with the explosion of "entrepeneurial" wealth there are many, many more whom the gods manage.
Consistant with their use of temptation, the gods chose these individuals BASED ON SOME LEGACY OF DISFAVOR, tested them with temptation and, when they failed, reincarnated them. THESE PEOPLE ARE NO LONGER ALIVE!!!! But due to their disfavor the gods CONTINUE TO USE THEM AND THEIR FAMILIES to accomplish destructive goals in our society.
There seems to be an inverse relationship between the two worlds:::Importance on Planet Earth means a lack of significance up there.
This is how the system works. It has confused and corrupted people today and they are failing because of it.

Flanders is on the Simpsons for a reason.
A while back we were examining the Hammer, how people "take" it when they learn the truth. The "empathetic family" are a good example.
They shared the "just let it happen", the "price" of being "dealt" into the Situation. The reality is by voluntarily agreeing to early sexaulization this family unwittingly EXCLUDED the boy FROM ASCENTION.
They fell on their own sword. Expect similar reverse positioning elements to have costed others involved in the Situation.
"This is going to open it up." They’re not the only ones who are positioned as good for appearance's sake. This Situation employs deception extensively.

As far as the incidents they like to "produce" when discussing this Situation these events were contrived as their "defense" with Artificiial Intelligence. If the gods fought this war "freestyle" they'd be getting raped as hard as they did to me to set it all up.

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1.3.2000. Sad, obsessed bastards. If you didn't CHEAT you'd be losing to me.
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The gods prosititute black children, utilizing temptation to scapegoat the desperate whom seek their approval, creating a celebratory attitude towards prosisution in black popular culture. Before people cry foul understand they do the same to many whites, pushing them into deciding to NOT give it away, only not at such a tender age.

Much like the problem of childhood prostitution in the United States today, the gods too are pimps, and despite their grandiose promises all the victims will ever realize is food and shelter.
"Everybody is going." There is no suchy thing as "everybody":
- "Everybody" isn't wealthy
- "Everybody" doesn't have attractive spouses
- "Everybody" doesn't have a good life.
They are lying to you all.

"He's ruining it." "You ruined it." They just wanted me in a certain environment to see if they could tempt me into evil with their "temps" I speak of below.
"It" was always going to fail. No matter how well I did they were going to push me into failure in the end. The origin of boss is a clue proving this.