I'm a progressive, liberal, Democratic party member, whatever you want to label me...but I am that because I full of hope and optimism.
Last Thursday, I posted on Cheers and Jeers that I was cheering for our baby to finally be evicted from the comforts of mommy's tummy.
Historically, our children have clung on, resisting for days the contractions and other business meant to bring them out into the world.
We do it without drugs and at home. Mainly because my wife doesn't like hospitals...a side benefit for us (and our insurance) is that it is cheaper.
But this one was a bit different.
Labor was shorter; only about 15 or 16 hours. (I assure you, my wife's body did stop to rest during that time for a few hours).
About the time that the baby was to come out our midwife mentioned that the head "felt too squishy to be a head".
Apparently, little one wanted to come our rear-first.
Apparently, in talking with our friends who catch babies for a living in hospitals...this is not good.
Apparently, this happens in only 4 percent of births.
Apparently, it is cause for c-sections and much panic.
Fortunately, within 10 minutes of the discovery she popped out.
All 11 lb. 3 oz. of her.
See, I think that she knew her 15 1/2 inch head would have been harder. So she went out backwards.
We counted fingers, toes...listened to her heart. Watched her eyes open for the first time.
The thing is, after 42 weeks of waiting she was there. After 15 minutes of slight panic, and against all the 'common sense' of doctors...she was there, healthy and better off for it.
We're better off now too...the whole process refilled my optimism cup.
We have hope.
Thank you Annora Rose Mary.