Friday, November 7, 2008

The Chrysalis

So I had a baby last week. What's new with you? Theodore Sayle McBride "Teddy" was born at 2:42 a.m. on October 30th. He weighed 8 lbs 4 oz and was 21 inches long. I was able to have him sans epidural and I'm quite proud of myself I have to say. The hypnobabies approach was very helpful. I was able to turn off my "light switch" (hypnobabies speak for learning how to relax your body instantly) and my labor was really very fact I questioned whether or not I was actually in labor until I went to the hospital and found out I was already 7 centimeters. The doctor (who was a totally random woman I had never laid eyes on before, and was not nearly as impressed with the fact that I was having a baby as I was--she was practically yawning through the entire event) broke my water right after declaring I was 7 centimeters. I stood up so that I could continue my favorite laboring position: the junior high slow dance. I have always kind of laughed at the pregnancy book pictures of women in labor and the strange positions they recommend to help labor along. The junior high slow dance position is perhaps the goofiest one of all, but for some reason, it helped more than anything. In case you're not familiar with this position, it's pretty self-explanatory (if you've ever been to junior high and you've ever slow danced). The pregnant woman puts her arms around her partner's neck and then sort of shuffles back and forth as though dancing to "Patience" by Guns N' Roses. So anyway, once my water was broken, I stood up and assumed the JHSDP and proceeded to have the worst contraction anyone has ever had since the dawn of time. There was no light switch big enough to turn this thing off. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Not like ouch, I stubbed my toe screaming, more like I'm about to have an 8 lb 4 oz baby screaming. Doctor blase must've heard my screams because she came running in and demanded that I get back on the table because I was about to have my baby on the floor. I was in the middle of the 2nd contraction heard round the world and could not hop up on the table at that particular moment. Eventually I got up on the table somehow and proceeded to have the baby. Once again, more yelling, lots of pain and grabbing onto Brandon for dear life. I just remember thinking, Oh my, I am having a baby right now and I feel every single thing. It felt like being strapped into a roller coaster that I was having second thoughts about. It was too late for drugs, so I just had to get through the pain and be tough. I will spare you the gory details, but it was a little scary there for a couple of minutes. It didn't help that my annoying doctor made me lay down and on my back instead of allowing me to sit up like I was led to believe I would be able to do. Anyway, the baby came out eventually and when he did it was the best feeling in the world. I felt like I had just climbed Mount Everest or run a marathon or something, like there was nothing I couldn't accomplish. The cord had been wrapped around his neck pretty tightly and so he wasn't crying when he came out. They let me hold him for about 2 seconds and then they whisked him away to go sit under the little tanning bed thingy and catch his breath. In no time I was chit chatting with everyone and drinking grape juice. I felt like a million bucks. I apologized for all the screaming earlier and the nurse and doctor shrugged and acted like it was no big deal. It's kind of funny that I was trying so hard to be charming to everyone after nearly deafening them with my blood-curdling screams mere moments before.

Teddy is just a pure delight. I think the third time really is a charm. I am just enjoying every second of his existence so much. I catch myself looking at pictures of Teddy that we took a week ago and feeling nostalgic for the time of his babyhood that has already passed. I just want everything to stay exactly as it is because it is so perfect at this very moment. My third time around I know all too well how fleeting everything is, how you think babyhood will last and last and you are just lousy with all this delicious wonder and innocence flooding your household and your life constantly. It's so easy to take it all for granted and then you wake up and your baby has turned into a giant who asks for privacy when they go to the bathroom and answers the telephone when you can't get to it in time. Not that those things are bad...those are definitely goals we should all be working towards with our children, but not Teddy. Teddy, I'm hoping will stay swaddled in his blankets, making his little chirpy sounds when he's nursing forever and ever. I think that's fair, right?

The kids' nickname for Teddy is sort of weird. They call him "the chrysalis." As in, "I want to see the chrysalis." Or, "where's the chrysalis?" ( his bed sleeping.) This all started when Emma saw him all swaddled up and decided he looked like a butterfly in the pupa stage. Here's a picture of a chrysalis:

And here's a picture of Teddy:

So, you can kind of see how she might see a similarity. Anyway, by definition, a chrysalis is in transition, it's turning into something else. And it's the same with Teddy. I know this. But for now I'd really just like for him to stay a chrysalis for, say, ever. Is that so much to ask?


Ramona said...

I've been checking this site often for a baby post- and it was a great one! Loved it! I am so thrilled for you! I was about to say "enjoy!" but I don't have to :). It's wonderful that you are treasuring it fully! What a sweet and perfect gift you were given!

Anonymous said...

Aww.. love the nickname.

Anonymous said...

You are truly an amazing and strong woman and I admire you so much. Congratulations on the newest member of your family. I can't wait to meet him!
Lots of love,

Robin said...

Beautiful. Every single word. Not sure how you are able to nurse a newborn and mom two preschoolers and still put words together so nicely, but I'm past being jealous and am just in awe.

Needless to say, I'm thrilled for you that it worked to go sans drugs. And just so you know, I had to apologize for cussing after Clara was born. But it was still worth it because the recovery ROCKS.

Teddy is just about the absolute cutest baby EVER. Seriously. You know I don't just say stuff like that! I looked at his pictures and was like, now THAT'S a beautiful baby. Way to go.

Congrats to all..and reserve Nov. 21 because I'm coming to meet him in person. And I'll bring food, wash dishes, and entertain Emma and Charlie. Because I'm coming WITHOUT KIDS.


JCB said...

Congratualtions from a lurker (and a pregnant one at that). Hope my labor goes as smoothly! welcome Teddy.

Phillips Family said...

Congrats on sweet Baby Teddy! I have been eager to hear that he had arrived safe and sound!

Hope parenthood of three little ones is going well...and that you are remembering all the funny stories so you can blog about them!

Anonymous said...

Congratulations Elizabeth on the birth of Teddy!
I read your chrysalis post with a sort of painful empathetic recognition. You see, exactly one week earlier (and I mean exactly, 2:42am on Oct 23), I had my daughter very quickly sans epidural attempting to use hypnobirthing which also worked well until 8cm and the pain oh the pain...and the screaming and the wrong position on my back...
But what a relief when this little being emerged.
We should get together sometime. My email is
Christiana (Worley) Peterson

Raegan Brown said...

You are so making me want more with all of you talk about #3. Don't give away those maternity clothes just yet... :)

Nancy said...

Aw...Congrats on that sweet-cheeked baby boy!!!