Originally Posted by flapjack
Kavita, I remember that story. I couldn't figure out what had happened with the cord
I am assuming that it snapped. I had that happen once with a mom that I was midwifing--she was a grand multip and she was 8 cm, and she wanted to stand up by the bed and at the beginning of the next contraction I saw her start involuntarily bearing down and squatting a bit and mouthing "I have to push" to her DH who was standing in front of her and holding her (she and her DH are both deaf) and I realized the baby was going to come soon but before I could communicate anything to anyone (we had an ASL interpreter there for the birth) suddenly at the peak of the contraction as I was struggling to get a glove on there was an audible "pop", followed by a big "splash" and before anybody could respond or do anything at all the entire baby just fell out all at once and landed on a pile of chux pads and towels on the floor and the cord just broke in the middle. The whole thing took maybe 10 seconds, from the beginning of the contraction to the time the baby was out. There was no crowning, no birth of the head--the baby was completely in, and one second later the baby was completely out. Baby had like 10/10 apgars, she started moving and breathing and crying pretty immediately, and I sort of just scooped her up and dried her with a towel while checking her over quickly, snapped hemostats on each end of the cord, managed to get the dad to manuver the mom onto the bed, and gave the baby to mom. It kind of freaked everybody out, myself included! But it was all okay, and the baby was fine and healthy and beautiful. (Their bedroom carpet, not so much.
People always think that it's going to make some big mess of their house to birth at home, but I've never really seen that, except for that time! I was so embarassed that I actually offered to come over there with my carpet cleaner and clean their carpets at a postpartum visit!)
Sigh. Rachel and Hopkins, where were you back then, when I needed you most?!
Second sigh. I wish midwifery was not illegal in this stupid
. I seriously have had at least 20 people contact me in the last 4 months wanting a midwife, and part of me really wants to practice, but I realize that I am just not willing to go to jail or lose my house or jeopardize my family's unity and security for it. (Well, unless Amy gets pregnant and wants a homebirth.
) The really stupid part is that I am licensed to practice in two other states, and here it would be criminal.
And I have no idea who to have as a midwife when I have my next baby--it's really bugging me. One of the midwives in this area who has the most experience had failed to return my calls when I left her messages--twice. To me, that indicates an unreliable person, and I don't really want to have another midwife who is going to blow me off when I need her.
I actually have a few moments just to post and mess around becaues DH took Ella to the library and the grocery store, and just called me to say that they're on their way home. And that Ella just grabbed an Odwalla bar from the display and threw it onto the conveyor belt. I laughed because I am usually the one who takes her grocery shopping, and I realized that he doesn't know that she does quite a bit of the unloading the cart these days! She is really actually getting kind of helpful in some respects--or at least it's fun and cute that she's trying to help. She helps clear the table and load and unload the dishwasher. She gets washcloths and wets them in the tub and wipes her toy pots and pans and the walls and floors and mirrors and everything else down and announces that she's cleaning. She wipes the table with her napkin at home or in a restaurant after eating, which usually makes a bigger mess but hey, at least she's trying!
And I try to include her as much as I can with cooking--she really likes to cook and do things in the kitchen. Yesterday I made homemade pizza (with a crust recipe from Monique that turned out really good--thanks Monique!!!) and let her stir the dough ingredients, then watch me go at it with the hand mixer equipped with dough hooks, then after I cut up all the toppings I put them into little bowls and she helped me assemble the pizza by spooning on the sauce and sprinkling on all the cheese and toppings. It was pretty fun. I sometimes feel bad because I don't "play" with DD a lot and I sometimes also worry that she's going to remember her childhood with Mommy always uptight and cleaning or cooking and not having time for her. I do try to keep it realistic, I know that I'm not going to be able to maintain a "House Beautiful" sense of decor with young children, and that it's not a good goal and it's better to be a bit more relaxed. But I also feel good that we have a fairly tranquil and orderly and esthetically pleasing home environment, because I think that this is valuable. She has started to put her own toys away and her own clothes, and pick things up by herself, because she knows where things go and how to put them there. So at age 2 she has a pretty good start on learning the domestic skills necessary for survival as an independent adult (I've seriously had boyfriends who didn't have her level of skill!
) and she is learning about worm composting and baking bread and cooking and planting and caring for dogs and babies and such. And I know that when she's ready to learn more cognitive skills and more abstract things that they'll be rooted in a basic sense of human-ness and she'll hopefully have a good foundation. She also amazes me with singing--both that she knows a lot of words to songs (her favorite is Loudon Wainwright's "Daughter" and she seriously goes crazy and sings and runs around dancing whenever she hears it and requests to hear it on the "I-pot" multiple times a day) and that she has a good ear for rhythm and melody. She also is learning and picking up things so fast--on our last trip to the library I got a book of Mother Goose nursery rhymes, and a hindi DVD for kids. So now she's going around reciting the "baa baa black sheep" and "hector protector" nursery rhymes, and saying, "Chalo Hindi Bolay!" (Let's Go Hindi!) which is the name of the video. She also shocked me by knowing how to count to five in Hindi after only watching the video once or twice!! In December a visiting friend of DH taught her how to say "dog" in Hindi and she picked it up immediately but also didn't have any problem with confusing it with English. I have a feeling that by the time we get back from India she'll have picked up a lot of language--only problem is that I am going to have to try to get the IL's to pick a language and stick to it when we're around--they are in an area where Bengali is the predominant local language, but it's not their native language. They speak Telegu, but they are all fluent in Hindi and English as well, so they tend to speak directly to me in English but then speak a rapid-fire mishmosh of Telegu, Bengali, Hindi, and English amongst themselves, and then they wonder why I haven't learned an Indian language yet.
DH and I finally decided that we should probably start with Hindi for me and for her, because it's the most widely spoken language (after English) in the north of India.
Well, I'd better sign off and take a shower--we need to go look for curtain rods for the living room and dining room today!!