Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Our new baby, installment #12
Continuing the story of our experience with a home birth midwife, at one of our visits we discussed the logistics of what would happen when I went into labor -- who would watch the other two boys, a four-year-old and my 11-year-old stepson. We have many nice neighbors with kids of their own, and we could probably ask them for a favor. But still, I felt as if the right person for the job was my own mother. She's a very attentive grandmother. The boys adore her. But she is a terrible Nervous Nelly. Could she deal with being in the house when I was in labor? With my first son, I vowed I would not call her until after the baby was born, to save her the fret. (I crumbled, and called her on the way to the hospital.) She did, however, keep it together when she saw me wheeled out of the operating room, post-unwanted c-section. I was devasted and exhausted. She was nothing but supportive. Still, she and I were not on the same page this time. She was horrified by the idea of a home birth. It was time for a heart-to-heart with her.