Labor, Delivery, and Time Warps
Babies warp time. There is no other explanation that my son is a one year old. I have raptly watched him go from a wriggling new arrival, to a bobble-head baby learning neck control, to a caterpillar-like creature doing “the worm” to propel, to a life-is-a-heart-attack-a-minute walking reaching getting-into-everything tiny bipedal human. Yet I look at the calendar and here we are. Somebody make me another espresso please. How am I the mother of a 1 year old?! In celebration and recognition of having birthed an amazing little human, I thought I would share what I can remember about my birthing experience. Here goes. Trigger warning: birth is primal and messy and I pull no punches. Originally I was to be induced on October 12 th . I was lost in a sea of fluid retention and was having blood pressure spikes that would wake me up at four in the morning with head-stab headaches. When I would check my own blood pressure, I would get readings in the realm of 20