Lily is born
October 13, 2012 §
Four months ago I heard the sound of my daughter for the first time since her heartbeat as the nurses sucked the fluid from her lungs and vigorously rubbed her waxy white body with dry cloths. Black hair, pressed with the wet of her former environment, covered the crown of her head. My body shook from all the tension. I thought I might faint or vomit; the doctor sewed – thank God for anesthesia!
I would have loved to say I endured the labor – but I made it just 3 centimeters before requesting the epidural. And you know, people seem to think that a needle going into your spine as you concentrate on sitting still to avoid being paralyzed, all the while contracting with labor pains, is the worst part of the labor – not at all – the cervical checks and the IV are far worse.
But I’d do it again.
After 45 minutes, the nurses placed Lily’s warm, diapered body across my bare chest and covered us with a receiving blanket. Our warmth and exhaustion blended, no longer distinguishable between hers and mine, like we were both in the womb.