That moment when...baby arrives before midwife.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
That moment just after you've brewed up two pots of coffee (decaf and reg) and laid out half a dozen cups on a polite little cloth, on the neat kitchen table...all in preparation for the soon to arrive small army of midwives...and you hear your daughter-in-law scream "I have to push NOW!" from the other room and your son yells, "Mama, come here NOW!"
That moment when your son says, "I've got the head right here!" as you are still hoping that the midwife will hurry up and answer the damn phone.
A moment I will never forget. A moment I had imagined could possibly happen...with the midwife over 2.5 hours away...but a moment I absolutely did not think would really happen.
She yelled..I ran to her. She said she had to push. I said blow through it and stand up...change positions. She had been kneeling, leaning against her bed.
I told her "Don't be afraid...it's probably a false alarm. Maybe you just need to change positions. After all..your water hasn't even broken yet."
I no sooner said the words than her water broke.
She started saying "No...no...not yet...I cant..." but immediately, another contraction and she said "the baby is coming NOW!...
I grabbed the cell phone and told Jessie to try to lie down, but she insisted she couldn't.
I called the midwife...ring...ring...ring..
....Gawd! Pick up the damn phone!!...
Chris said, " I've got the head right here" as the midwife picks up the call and asks me to repeat myself, as I stumble over the words "The baby is coming right now!"
On speaker phone now, the midwife is telling Jessie to get on hands and knees on the bed to delay delivery the some 45 minutes until she will arrive, but Jessie has already delivered the head. As the baby is born...Chris...cool as if he did this every day...guides the baby out and holds it securely.
Chris said, "The cord has quit pulsing!"
Seconds fly by...no cries.
I turned to the birth supply cabinet that Jessie had so carefully organized, grabbing a suction bulb...
I popped that thing open as if I do it every day...and just before the midwife began instructing to turn the baby's head and try to suction out mucous...yea...just before she is saying that, I am already doing just that...suctioning my little newborn grandbaby's mouth...one time...two...three times...
...finally...a tiny little raspy cry...then another...and another.
We helped Jessie into the bed...placenta still unborn...baby cradled to her chest. The midwife on speaker gives me the job of watching for hemorrhage and for placenta delivery.
While baby Chelsea is already nursing and the placenta is delivering, the midwife finally arrives.
Mama and baby are doing great. Dad is doing great. Grandma can't shake the feeling it was just a dream. But I am doing better than great, and so happy to have played a part in bringing the baby...and to have been blessed blessed blessed that nothing went wrong and they are both so healthy.
Later that day I poured two pots of coffee...decaf and reg...down the drain. None of us needed caffeine.
That evening many of our large family gathered in their home. We had a big Mexican dinner that Jessie and I had prepared the previous week and frozen so we wouldn't need to cook after the delivery. Jessie was feeling so recovered that she was able to recline on the couch and enjoy dinner with us...baby on a cushion beside her.