It's been a wonderful weekend. My grandson Brody was born. My daughter-in-law and the baby are both doing great. Dad is recovering.
I was privileged to be able to attend the labor and the birth. It's the CLOSET I've ever been to seeing a baby enter the world. During Kenz's birth, I was at the head of my daughter's bed. (Giving birth to my children, I was also at the head of the bed.) This time I was assisting, holding one of my daughter-in-laws legs, while she pushed. My son was holding her other leg. We hadn't planned it to be this way. One of the delivery nurses had come in the birthing room to help start the pushing process by stretching the perineum. She was going to hold a leg and my son was going to hold the other. Jody suggested that I hold one leg, so the nurse could have both hands free.
I was soon face to face with the OB doctor. She was wonderful, explaining everything she did. Every time she saw a contraction starting she would tell us to get in position, pick up her legs. Jodi would go chin to chest and with all her might bear down. Jodi borned the baby, no doubt about it. Labor is very hard work. Even with an epidural, it was Jodi who brought the boy into the world. My son was an excellent coach, he coached her to push, then encouraged her to rest, then push. It was teamwork.
When Brody came out I burst into tears. OMG he is so cute! was my first thought. I probably should have been checking to make sure he had all his fingers and toes, but he just looked so darling. I wasn't expecting him to be so perfect, especially after his long journey down the birth canal.
He was born in the middle of the night, about two in the morning. It was dawn by the time my head hit my pillow. The next day I wasn't tired, just excited and ready to visit the new family at the hospital.
Giving birth is like taking your lower lip and forcing it over your head.