Ten little fingers,
Ten tiny toes,
Two deep cheek-dimples,
And one button nose.
Dark hair atop,
Long feet below,
Amelie has arrived,
How we love her so!
Our beautiful baby girl was born at 2:22 pm on Tuesday, February 16th, 2010. Amelie Lenora Eggertz. 8 lbs, 3 oz, 21” long. She is so beautiful! I am very happy to see this little girl and to add her to our growing family. Words can’t describe those feelings you have when your baby is delivered, and takes her first breath of air in her new little body. Amazing.
Let’s talk about pain, shall we?
Here’s a scenario for you: If for some reason your doctor approached you saying you had to have your big toe amputated, would you ever think to yourself, ‘Hmm, should I have anesthetics, or not? Maybe I could deal with the pain of having a sharp knife shard off my toe.” Of course not! It’s all about “Put me under and give me some strong pain-meds afterward.” So why is it that for some reason some of us have the crazy notion of having a human being pushed through a 10cm opening in our bodies without any kind of pain medication?! I’m sure for some, it is so they can say “I did it.” For others, maybe they want to experience that sensation and perhaps have a greater sense of empathy for those women who have been doing it for centuries before with nothing but a pan of hot water. For me, I’m just stupid.
I was planning on having an epidural all along, but little did I know that I would have a super, I mean SUPER PRO-NATURAL-BIRTH nurse named Jenni. As soon as I said that going natural had entered my mind, she pulled out the “labor ball” and showed me all kinds of positions to deal with the pain. And you know what? They worked! Sitting on that ball, through the contractions while Cam pushed on my hips, it really made a difference! But soon I reached an 8 and was hurting pretty bad, and asked “Is it too late for an epidural?” To which she winks at Cam and replies, “Yes, it’s too late.” Witch.
Yes, I know it was ultimately my decision, and at least it’s all over now; but wow, it was horrible. I went natural with Daxton, and it went pretty well. However, with Amelie I was started on Potosin at 11 (dilated to a 3), water broke at noon, and she was delivered at 2:22. Witchy nurse checked me about 5 minutes before the baby was born. I was at a 9, and she said the baby still needed to drop a little, so she recommended I get back in bed and curl up in the fetal position. I curled my legs up to my chest, and BOOM!!! The baby dropped and my body kicked into gear and started pushing her out!
All I remember is calling out profanities, and telling Cam “I can’t do this, I can’t do this,” while nurses are frantically pouring into the room and my nurse is screaming for the doctor to get to room 4609, stat. So there I lay, with the baby’s head crowning, waiting for the doctor to get his butt into the room. 3 pushes later, she was here!
Moral of the story, don’t be stupid. Get the epidural. Enjoy your birth instead of crying in pain and scaring your husband out of his wits.
To end on a happy note, it’s a day later and I feel really good. I did tear and had to be stitched up, but the baby is here safe and sound and she’s nursing great. The kids were so excited to meet her (so heartwarming!) and my joy is bottomless. I feel such great honor to have the opportunity to experience being a mom with 4 beautiful little children. The human body is such an amazing thing, and I am again reminded of God’s love as he entrusts me to raise his daughter. We love you Amelie!
Ten tiny toes,
Two deep cheek-dimples,
And one button nose.
Dark hair atop,
Long feet below,
Amelie has arrived,
How we love her so!
Our beautiful baby girl was born at 2:22 pm on Tuesday, February 16th, 2010. Amelie Lenora Eggertz. 8 lbs, 3 oz, 21” long. She is so beautiful! I am very happy to see this little girl and to add her to our growing family. Words can’t describe those feelings you have when your baby is delivered, and takes her first breath of air in her new little body. Amazing.
Let’s talk about pain, shall we?
Here’s a scenario for you: If for some reason your doctor approached you saying you had to have your big toe amputated, would you ever think to yourself, ‘Hmm, should I have anesthetics, or not? Maybe I could deal with the pain of having a sharp knife shard off my toe.” Of course not! It’s all about “Put me under and give me some strong pain-meds afterward.” So why is it that for some reason some of us have the crazy notion of having a human being pushed through a 10cm opening in our bodies without any kind of pain medication?! I’m sure for some, it is so they can say “I did it.” For others, maybe they want to experience that sensation and perhaps have a greater sense of empathy for those women who have been doing it for centuries before with nothing but a pan of hot water. For me, I’m just stupid.
I was planning on having an epidural all along, but little did I know that I would have a super, I mean SUPER PRO-NATURAL-BIRTH nurse named Jenni. As soon as I said that going natural had entered my mind, she pulled out the “labor ball” and showed me all kinds of positions to deal with the pain. And you know what? They worked! Sitting on that ball, through the contractions while Cam pushed on my hips, it really made a difference! But soon I reached an 8 and was hurting pretty bad, and asked “Is it too late for an epidural?” To which she winks at Cam and replies, “Yes, it’s too late.” Witch.
Yes, I know it was ultimately my decision, and at least it’s all over now; but wow, it was horrible. I went natural with Daxton, and it went pretty well. However, with Amelie I was started on Potosin at 11 (dilated to a 3), water broke at noon, and she was delivered at 2:22. Witchy nurse checked me about 5 minutes before the baby was born. I was at a 9, and she said the baby still needed to drop a little, so she recommended I get back in bed and curl up in the fetal position. I curled my legs up to my chest, and BOOM!!! The baby dropped and my body kicked into gear and started pushing her out!
All I remember is calling out profanities, and telling Cam “I can’t do this, I can’t do this,” while nurses are frantically pouring into the room and my nurse is screaming for the doctor to get to room 4609, stat. So there I lay, with the baby’s head crowning, waiting for the doctor to get his butt into the room. 3 pushes later, she was here!
Moral of the story, don’t be stupid. Get the epidural. Enjoy your birth instead of crying in pain and scaring your husband out of his wits.
To end on a happy note, it’s a day later and I feel really good. I did tear and had to be stitched up, but the baby is here safe and sound and she’s nursing great. The kids were so excited to meet her (so heartwarming!) and my joy is bottomless. I feel such great honor to have the opportunity to experience being a mom with 4 beautiful little children. The human body is such an amazing thing, and I am again reminded of God’s love as he entrusts me to raise his daughter. We love you Amelie!
