So, here is part of the story of a crazy L&D nurse having a baby after 7 years of helping other women have babies...NOT ME!
When it was becoming clear that I was going into labor, I did NOT think it would be a great idea to have a nice Mexican dinner. After all, I would be breastfeeding and who knows when I would be able to enjoy beans and spicy food again...
I realized that was NOT a huge mistake when my tiny newborn was squealing and then having major TOOTS just hours after he had his first meal of
Spicy Mexican colostrum!
For years, I did NOT fantasize about how I would spend my time getting through
early labor. Yes, I was sure that I would labor in the bathtub. That would be so relaxing...
NOT! I got in the tub and didn’t even get through the first contraction before I literally jumped out of the bath water. I did NOT spend the next couple of hours on my hands and knees, washing the kitchen floor.
Acting like my own nurse NEVER crossed my mind. I did NOT fill out my own admission assessment, put myself on the monitor, and give myself an IV bolus when my blood pressure bottomed out after my epidural.
And finally, I did NOT scream “GET. IT. OUT!” as my baby was crowning.
(no one told me it hurt really bad at the end!)
I did NOT freak out at that moment thinking that everyone at the nurse's station might have heard!
Happy 12th Birthday Scout!
(Thanks for forgiving me for the salsa and refried beans!)