I had some trouble coming up with a title for this portion of the story. “Standstill” came to mind, but didn’t quite capture the feeling that we were up against around midnight that night. We had paced ruts in the floor, dimmed the lights and rocked on the birthing ball, and tried to will this…
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and then we wait: a birth story, part two
We spent the rest of the afternoon at home, I paced the floor, baked a little (challenging the time clock of labor to beat out the forty minutes on the oven timer for banana bread), sat in the tub a little and mindlessly cleaned corners of an already immaculate house. My parents arrived, the kid…
diversions: a birth story, part one
On the morning of the eighth of July, M and I were looking for something to do to take our mind off of labor. The night before this particular morning we had gone to bed around 11:15. Less than an hour later I woke up out of a dead sleep, shot straight up and said…