100 word birth stories

The ever-thoughtful and thought-provoking Bluebirdmama recently put out a call for birth stories in 100 words or less. Since my own birth stories are decidedly un-short, I welcomed the challenge. Here are the girls’ stories:


Glynis

Wake at 5am. OMG I’m peeing my bed! No control.
5:30am cramping. OMG and I’m constipated, too?! 
Nope…disbelief.
Call the midwife. “Not even 36 weeks! Not good,” but I know: we’re fine.
Labouring around the house, shower, resting, working.
This is what we do.
Midwife arrives: time to go NOW.
Doula, midwife, husband, me in the room, laughing between contractions. So excited:
I’m going to meet my baby!!

1:40pm: Now pushing on my feet, on my knees, on the bed. Happening quickly. Everyone hollering, “Slow down!” Oops: burning and pop! Relief. Head, now body. She’s here.

Love.


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Scarlet


7pm:  hint of contractions. Slowly, things beginning. Powerful.
Body working, mind excited, sure: another early baby.
Cuddling Glynis. Belly henna. Laughing.
Then: not good. It’s all wrong.
Terrible stomach pain. Calling the midwife.
Kneeling on the floor. Praying. Pleading.
“This is not how I die.”
1am: call doula, call Mom, wake Glynis. No homebirth: rush to hospital.
Midwife waiting. Bloodwork. Monitors: baby is fine, body still working hard.
Severe pre-eclampsia and HELLP.
Break waters.
Acupressure.  Swaying… s w a y i n g
So sick. But strong.
I AM going to do this.

6:45am…7am…

Sleep. Bear down. Sleep. Then p u s h
…through fear, tissue.

7:13am

 Lift…

“You’re real!”


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