In all, I pushed for about 1.5 hours. We had to stop pushing and wait for dr (yes, I did all this with only the nurse), b/c Sophie's h/r kept decelerating as I pushed. They put oxygen on me, and we waited about 40 min for Dr. S to show. Once Dr. S was there, it was about 30 minutes and Sophie was born! During those final pushes, Dr. S asked Dan if he was going to cut the cord. THis was honestly something we had never discussed. He seemed hesitant but in the end decided to do it. Oh, and I might add...he saw almost the entire birth. All along he had told me he "just wanted a shoulder." But when it came time, curiousity got the better of him and he watched. I, on the other hand, had no interest in that mirror they tried to give to me. No way.
She came out with cord wrapped around her neck, completely silent. I knew she was silent, but something...endorphins maybe...who knows, kept me calm. I just layed there, as Dr. S did whatever she did and finally they put Sophie on my belly. I was just overwhelmed. Speechless. I think it was at least 15 minutes before I even uttered a word. Dan went with her to the warming table and was talking to her constantly, while I just lie there. I had a bazillion thoughts running through my head, but none made it out of my mouth. I finally said "she's beautiful."
I, however, was put through the ringer, thanks to her big head:) I had a 3rd degree episiotomy. It seemed like it took forever for her to sew me up. Thank goodness for meds. In all though, the labor was relatively easy, compared to what it could have been. I would do it again, WITHOUT MEDS, if it meant that Sophie was the prize at the end.
Her first APGAR was 8 and second was 9. She was completely healthy, and born with strawberry blond hair:)
We are utterly amazed by her. She is wonderful in every sense of the word. I didn't think she looked like either of us at first. The day after she was born the hospital photographer came to take some pics, and it was only after viewing those that I realized she looks exactly like Dan. I was almost freaky how much those pics looked like him.
On the day we came home, I cried the second I sat in the wheelchair and the nurse put Sophie (in carseat) on my lap. We had done it, finally done it. In the IF world, most RE's gauge sucess on the idea of a "live birth." I personally hate that term, but it is what it is. There's no real way to sugar coat it. Another term that I also dislike but is very descriptive is "take home baby." As I sat in the wheelchair, all I kept thinking was that we finally had our take-home baby.
I'm writing this 6 days after her birth, and lots more has happened since then, but I'll save those for a different post.
Here are some pics...