The only reason this entry exists is because I’m forcing myself to write it now before all the details escape my feeble sleep-deprived brain. I haven’t felt like blogging little Angie’s birth story, not because it was a horrible experience but because it was so wonderful that I don’t want to admit it’s the last time I’ll ever experience something this amazing.
Here’s a typical conversation you might overhear between me and Kevin if you happened to be in our house between 9 p.m. and 12 midnight on a random evening:
Me: look, she’s so cute
Kevin: (some sort of acknowledgment of my previous statement)
Me: and she smells good
Kevin: (some sort of acknowledgment of my previous statement)
Me: and she’s growing up too fast already… (burst into tears)
Kevin: (some comforting remarks about how they’ll always be my babies, how we still have many years of parenting ahead of us, etc.)
Me: (keeps sobbing inconsolably and blubbering about how I don’t want them to grow up)
Incidentally, we had similar conversations right after Ana was born. That’s how we decided maybe we weren’t done having kids yet. This time, however, I think I’ll just have to suck it up and deal.
Angelina was born right on her due date, April 27, at 10:48 a.m., measuring a healthy 7 lbs 5.5 oz and 19 inches. About 24 hours before she was born I started feeling something that wasn’t quite contractions yet, but it was significant enough that we completely forgot about Alex’s karate lessons as well as a birthday party he was invited to attend that day.
Then, sometime in the afternoon, Kevin started keeping track of my contractions. They were still far apart. To pass the time, he sang songs from the Myspace karaoke website to me. It was a very effective distraction 
At some point we told the kids that the baby was coming soon. They were very excited. Here they are playing animal doctor, delivering a puppy.
We also called Kevin’s mom. That evening she came to our house with her overnight bag. Kevin read the kids a bedtime story and tucked them in while I alternated between walking around the house and lying down on the sofa. Kevin’s mom stayed up with us for another hour or so and then went to bed.
Around 12:30 a.m. we set out. My contractions were not yet 5-1-1 (5 minutes apart, each 1 minute long, for 1 hour) but since we live about 30 minutes from the hospital, we decided to head to some place near the hospital, maybe a 24 hour diner, where we could hang out until I hit the 5-1-1 mark. About 5 minutes into the drive a particularly intense contraction made me change my mind, and we headed straight to the hospital instead.
When we arrived at the hospital, I was taken to a labor and delivery room immediately. A few weeks ago I had tested positive for group B strep, so I had to take antibiotics via IV for the baby’s protection. Since I had to get 2 doses, preferably 3, with 4 hours between doses, the nurses did not give me Pitocin to speed up labor. This was a new experience for me. With Alex and Ana I didn’t have group B strep, so maybe that’s why they gave me Pitocin to make the baby come as quickly as possible. By contrast, going through labor without Pitocin was positively pleasant.
Kevin had packed 2 of my favorite DVDs in the suitcase. After we finished signing all the hospital paperwork, he started up Bride and Prejudice
. My nurse was highly amused to find me LOLing in the midst of contractions whenever she came to check on me. We never got around to watching the other movie, Nacho Libre
. By then my contractions were too strong for me to pay attention to a movie.
I made a joke about how strange it was that we didn’t hear any screaming from the other rooms. I spoke too soon. Almost immediately I heard my neighbor in the next room start roaring in pain. I guessed that she had opted to go “natural.” The yelling continued for about half an hour. It was very disconcerting.
Around 6 a.m. I requested an epidural. The anesthesiologist had just come on shift, and he didn’t know what the previous guy had done with the key to the epidural cart. So I had to grit my teeth through 15 minutes of the worst pain while he and the nurse tracked down the key. But as soon as the drug kicked in, it was instant relief. I was so relaxed I fell asleep. Two hours later I woke up feeling positively refreshed, but I couldn’t feel a thing from the waist down, so the nurse had to give me a catheter, which was yet another experience I’d not had before and one that I hope never to repeat, because while I couldn’t feel a thing with the epidural, when it wore off I felt sore for quite some time afterwards.
Around 10:30 a.m., right after I received the 3rd dose of antibiotic, the nurse checked my progress and discovered to her surprise that I was fully dilated (10 cm) and the baby had crowned. Fortunately my epidural was still working because the doctor on duty was busy with another patient, so I was told to hang on for a few minutes. Immediately after the other woman delivered, the doctor ran into my room and changed into fresh scrubs. Five minutes and 4 pushes later, the nurse put Angelina into my arms, and for the third time in my life, I experienced love at first sight.
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for reality checks on Angie’s development, I was reminded that I should be eating better because I’m breastfeeding. Here’s what the authors recommend in their “Best-Odds Daily Dozen” diet:
