Well, it's been two weeks since my nephew, Eyon (pronounced E-an) aka "Seven", aka "Chicken", came into this world...and a beautiful experience it was!
I blogged last about the trip to the hospital and us leaving AMA...so that sis could labor at home in peace. Well, a couple days after that, the labor got active. She pretty much labored at home all day...and it did get a little painful around midnight but she remained a trooper! LOL
Simply by observation and following our intuition...we figured out what positions were comfortable for her, then she reached the moment..."I need drugs!" That was when we decided it was time to go to the hospital. It was always her choice to go to the hospital...but she was firm in not being poked and prodded, which is why we left the first time.
What makes the story really funny at this point, is when we got to the hospital the doctor that was trying so hard to make this woman get pitocin was on call. I swear his eyes bucked like the cartoon characters...LOL...he didn't know what to expect. We got to the hospital at 2:00 a.m. and he checked her about ten minutes after the hour..."9 centimeters, 100%, 0 station..." and she was steady saying she was ready for the epidural. Here's where getting crafty with words come in. In order to not stop her progress, we assured her that the epidural was coming but first they had to start the IV for 30 minutes. I loved how the staff, one of her best friends and I looked at each other, knowing it was too late for an epidural and she was gonna be pushing soon. :-)
Sure enough, 30 minutes later....TEN CENTIMETERS! That first push....you could see this little ones head...3 pushes later, he was out! Apparently this baby and his mother were the talk of the floor. They hadn't experienced a mother leaving...having the support to leave on her own and seemed they were preparing for the worse. This little boy was just fine...6 lbs 5 oz, 19 inches long and letting people know he was here by his cry! He even had a knot in the umbilical cord. My sis was so proud of herself that she did it with no drugs, even though she was wanting an epidural at that point...not realizing it was really just time to push.
What was even more amazing was how rested she felt later that day...not feeling drugged or sore from an epidural. As a black woman and how much my community is quick to go to the doctor and let them tell what they need to do or not do...not trusting their own intuition...I am absolutely proud of my sis for owning her power and not giving it to someone else that wanted it so badly, so they could have their way!
Mom and baby are doing well and had a wonderful Mother's Day! I can't wait to get back to Jersey for a visit...I miss my lil "chicken" (chicken legs...LOL)! :-)