

Finally I am back online! It only took 3 weeks but here I am. This is the story of how the birth of Jack Brian McGhee went down. I may be graphic so this is your fair warning.
Three weeks ago, on Tuesday, I was at Target, picking up the last finishing touches for Jack's room and doing some touch up paint.
At 2:38 A.M. on April 9th, Wednesday, I felt a huge rumble in my tummy like I had eaten some serious fettuccine the night before and then some kind of trickle on my leg. Weird. I though before that my water may have broken but it was a false alarm. It is rare for your water to break before you go into labor anyway. So I went potty and waited and it happened again. We called the doctor and he said to call the hospital and go on in.
I brushed my teeth, Steve gathered up our packed bag, and we strolled on to the hospital. It was so quiet and calm on the streets of Walnut Creek and in the parking lot of John Muir. I was finally starting to feel contrations and I practiced breathing through them, though they had no great deal of intensity yet. The security guy welcomed us and we went up to the third floor. The lady had me fill in a small sheet with my name and some other little info (we had pre-registered online which helps make a smooth check in). She put us in a room and Steve and I napped for an hour or two before things started happening.
When I awoke the nurses just checked in and we went through a series of contractions and relaxing. My friend Christie was on her way to be my support gal and my mom and step-dad were on a plane from southern California. It seemed like everyone got to me at about 10 or 11 A.M. Everyone was so good at holding my hand while I breathed through the contractions. I was lucky enough that the breathing worked! No back labor or anything crazy to deal with. I was super sensitive about smells. Any whiff of food that I got was totally annoying to me, probably because I wanted to eat something so bad and hadn't eaten for 24 hours. Even if there was food on the other side of the room, I could smell it and it had to go. We watched the events of the Olympic torch running through San Fransisco that day as a good distraction.
At about 2 to 3 P.M. the contractions started getting more intense and I asked everyone but Steve to clear the room. The T.V. had to be turned off. I was ready to have this baby but my body wasn't quite ready. The nurse (one of the many I had seen that day, who were all awesome) had told me not to push as I needed to be dilated about 1-.5 cm more. My body was realing and longed to just push this baby out. The nurse called the doctor to come and he wasn't coming. I think she just told me he was coming to pacify me a little.
At 4:00 I didn't think I could handle this feeling of pushing any longer and could barely even breath through it as my air wouldn't come in. 4:30 she checked me and I was very close, and I asked her (in a very demanding way) to call the doctor and see where he was. She found him at his office, right across the street and he came over for sure this time. I couldn't wait. I heard him in the hallway and was about to yell for him to get in the room, but tried to remain civil. When he walked in to the room, I don't think I even greeted him. I just asked, "Can I push yet?" He said to go for it and I did.
Thanks goodness for swimming because that put me right in pushing shape. He noticed my strong pushes and asked me to stop so he could get his stuff in order to help me deliver. I started pushing at 5:00 and with 3 series of contractions, about 4 pushes each one, he was born at 5:17 P.M. It was amazing. At one point Dr. Katz asked me to stop pushing and feel the head crowning. Then as the Dr. was pulling out Jack's shoulders, he told me to look down at this huge headed baby all covered in goo. I couldn't believe that that being had come out of me.
When they took him out, he was paced on my chest and we just cuddled. He was covered in waxy vernix still and all purple from the trama of birth. I was elated and Steve was right there holding onto us both. The umbilical cord was clamped after a few minutes and Steve cut it. It was a free baby. I had my body back! Well, kind of.
They took him to the little center to get cleaned up as I got stitched up a little. I tore and so they did a little of an episiotomy which is not very common these days. I fed him and then I fed me. That meal was so great tasting after not eating for so long. Steve got to hold him for sometime while they were waiting for the stitches. My parents came in once the mess was cleared and got to see their grandson.
They transfered us to the smaller post pardum room, ate again, and then went to bed. the nurses were very good at helping me take care of my wounds and helping in breastfeeding. We stayed two nights and went home on Friday to a clean house and flowers everywhere, thanks to my mom and step-dad.
I couldn't complain one bit about the delivery at that hospital and the care given to us afterward. I have to say that I was so lucky that no complications arose and I got to do everything naturally. I am amazed that most people do this voluntarily. I feel as if I am a member of a club now. I have endured the hazing of birth and still to come: childhood, then adolescence. Eeek!
All is well in this third week and getting the hang of breastfeeding. Jack loves to sleep so I have to make sure and wake him so he gets enough feedings. He is definitely the son of Steve. He has cute red hair and fare skin. Lett's hope he got my melatonin! Check out pictures on our galleries and I will try and post some soon here on the blog. More adventures to come.