Wow..yesterday was certainly a major life experience. I am currently here in Hawaii to see the birth of my granddaughter and help out when my son-in-law was to be in training during the month of August. I was present for the 2 c-sections of my grand boys, one was born right after the doctor told us all to leave because he wasn’t coming any time soon! lol.
My daughter has had complications in all of her pregnancies except this one. She was determined to have an unassisted home birth. Our first fear was that since this was her 5th pregnancy, she would come early, before I arrived. Since she was due Aug 12, I arrived July 28th. But she didn’t come on time, nor for 2 weeks afterwards. The next fear was that Daddy would miss the birth, but he finished his training and came back, still no birth. My daughter was fighting the doctors who all wanted either to induce her or have another c-section. Since they are in the military, this refusal for medical intervention can affect her husband’s job. So there was that stress on top of a baby who just didn’t show any indication she wanted to come out and play. I was actually beginning to believe I would miss her birth entirely as I leave on Thursday.
Finally, her fluid was getting too low and the doctor insisted that if the baby wasn’t born by Saturday (yesterday) that she would have to be admitted and something done, it was now 17 days past the due date. My daughter was packing the suitcase to take to the hospital and broke down crying, which was so painful to hear. She has never been able to have the birth that she wanted, all were controlled by doctors and hospitals. Fate intervened and she went into labour sometime early Saturday morning. Long story, but the day was filled with anxiety and emotion as her husband and I stayed with her throughout her labor and delivery at home, in a birthing pool. It was so emotional, so absolutely terrifying and wondrous all at the same time. This birth was unassisted, my daughter did everything herself, monitoring the baby’s heart beat (she is an RN in the NIC U) giving birth, delivering the placenta, cutting the cord and everything. I was astounded at her courage and determination to have a birth she chose. My granddaughter was born after 13 hours of labor. Her name is, Ryah Faye, weighed in at 9 lbs. She is a beauty! She was born in the caul, which is a sign of good luck and a great destiny!
Oh, and before I forget….that Friday at the beach? My last chance to see the ocean before I leave? I am burnt to a crisp for the second time! I should be peeling just in time for my flight back to the mainland. I wonder if that will help me secure a seat all to myself? lol