My own birth story

This is copypasta from the original post on my personal blog here.

What a little face!Clare Rebecca was born at 4:42 PM on Sunday, July 29th, weighing in at 6lbs 9oz and measuring 19.75″ long. She was born after about 12 hours of active labor, and let me tell you how PLEASED I am about that, after hearing about first-time mothers being in labor for days.

It really started at around midnight on Friday, 5 days after my due date. I awoke with that feeling you get when your period starts in the middle of the night (ladies, you know what I’m talking about). I went to the bathroom, where I found that I had gotten my bloody show. I was pretty stoked about this, because I had read that, once you get it, you can expect to go into labor within about 72 hours. Hooray! The process had begun! I went back to bed a little giddy, and shortly thereafter I started having contractions, which felt like period cramps that were coming in a relatively rhythmic pattern. I actually hadn’t experienced any Braxton-Hicks contractions throughout my pregnancy, which made them even more exciting. They weren’t serious at all, and I eventually fell back asleep.

I woke up Saturday morning, and I was still getting the rhythmic contractions. They weren’t bad at all, and we decided to run some errands downtown. We had to pick up our wedding bands from the jeweler, and we wanted to get some lunch. Kevin was freaked out that my water was going to break in the middle of the restaurant, but I was pretty adamant that if I was going to be losing my babyless freedom within a few days, I was going to get some goddamned Indian buffet! So, we went to Masala. As we were walking back through the Ped Mall to the car, we had someone take our picture at the playground, to commemorate the occasion.
I was in early labor when this was taken!

I laid down for a nap when we got home, and when I woke up, my contractions had stopped. I was a little disappointed, but we invited our friends Andy and JoAnn over for dinner and board games, and my contractions started up again sometime around 9pm, and continued on through the night. Continue reading My own birth story

And so it begins…

I graduated last Saturday, but I didn’t get to walk. In fact, I haven’t really walked in a graduation since high school, despite the fact that I’ve now earned two degrees (and a certificate) since then. First, I earned the certificate allowing me to become a Licensed Practical Nurse in the state of Iowa in 2011, then Associates Degree in Nursing allowing me to sit for the NCLEX exam allowing me to become licensed as a Registered Nurse in 2012. Both ceremonies took place a short 30 miles away, but I couldn’t be bothered to attend either. I didn’t consider my LPN graduation to be important, since it was just a stepping stone on the way to the greater goal of the ADN. The second seemed like too much trouble to attend, since it was right before my nursing program’s pinning ceremony, and I was 8 months pregnant and didn’t want to haul my body around enough to deem it important.

This last one, for my Bachelor of Science in Nursing (BSN), I was quite a bit more wistful about. I was finally earning a Bachelor’s! Only 12 years after originally planned! And I was going to get to wear special cords for it, after my induction into Sigma Theta Tau! Man, this one was special. Aaaaaaaaand, it was taking place five hours away. Ten hours roundtrip with a possibly-agitated almost-two year old? No thanks. So, we didn’t go. We DID, however, have a lovely dinner and bonfire with good friends, and I considered wearing my special cords all day just to make it special (but didn’t, in the end). But otherwise, I didn’t do anything major to mark this rite of passage, although I might still before the summer is over.

Where do I go from here, now that I’ve completed my Bachelor’s degree? Why, to grad school of course! After more than half a year and lots and lots of hand-wringing, I’ve been accepted into a really awesome Nurse Midwifery/Women’s Health Nurse Practitioner program, which will eat up the next four years of my life, just as the last four have been eaten by all of the schooling I’ve been through to lead up to this point. (Indeed, I’ve been in school intermittently for a lot longer than the last four years, so you could say that this lead-up has been in process for over a decade. SIGH.) I will join the ranks of the small legions of student midwives all over the country, hoping to change the world in my small way, and I’m hoping to write about the process here.

So, welcome!

Earth Mama