Originally Posted by *solsticemama*
Well my friend had her baby last night. In the hospital. With an epidural. And she said it was the most amazingly peaceful experience. Compared to her first, no epidural, it was a dream, she said. She got to hold the baby almost immediately afterwards. He's very mellow, latched on immediately with a good, strong suck. She sounds so grounded and rooted and present and strong. It was a fast, harmonious labor compared to her first long, drawn out, painful, exhausting labor that left her with lots of stitches and a good 6 mos of recovery.
I have to admit it it sounds pretty good to me. I had ds in the water with no meds and it was the hardest thing I've ever done. I know there are tons of studies that show the negative effects of epidurals and then there's the whole psychic component so it's still a question for me but she just sounded so amazingly peaceful and strong which is what's sparked this little monologue.
Speaking of which I wonder how Heather is doing?
I know that lots of women are obsessed with natural labor and birth as the one and only way to go, but I have to tell you that I found my ceserian delivery to be a much more pleasant experience overall than my vaginal delivery. I labored naturally for more than three days and got nothing but pain for my efforts; the only part of my labor with BeanBean which I don't regret to this day was when I finally got an epidural.
With BooBah, I never had any labor at all because she turned, broke my water, and her cord prolapsed all without me having a single contraction. (Well, that's not quite true: I had two contractions while she was turning, but they weren't "real".) She was born by emergency cesearian, and while I do wish that I had experienced some labor (I had a hard time making the transition from "pregnant" to "mama" with her) I had planned to have an epidural when it was appropriate.
I am at my mother's house, and my sister is downstairs yelling and swearing very loudly because BeanBean had an accident on the floor. He *always* has accidents here because this house is very very loud and stressful. Just *being* here is stressful. She's throwing a fit about how nasty we are, screaming at the top of her lungs that "he needs to wear a f****** diaper or a f****** pullup or he needs to get the f**** out of this house! If the dog pissed on the floor like that he'd be out!" (Note: The dog, which she bought because she insisted on having it, barks and screams and cries all the time. She rarely walks it, and only occasionally is she the person who lets the dog out into the yard.)
Now that BeanBean is nursing with me, she's yelling at her own children, swearing at them to "change that god damned shirt!" and "find your other f***** shoe!" My niece came storming up stairs, fists clenched and grumbling. "Now do you see why I hate my mother?!? She's evil and mean, she made me change my pants because I slipped." and continuing on and on like that. Then she said to her self, in a more calm voice, "It doesn't really matter, I'm going home with Rynna tomorrow."
Earlier this afternoon, she asked my mother "Why can't Rynna just buy me? She has a really nice family!"
She goes on and on like this, all the time. She really thinks that if I just save up some money, I'll be able to buy her and she can stay in my house forever.
What a wreck. I really can't blame her for wanting to stay with me; her only problems with my house are that we don't have any junk food or sugary cereal around, we don't have a freezer, and it's kind of messy. That's nothing on this house. She seriously wants me to adopt her. When she got to the house she said "Can I call BeanBean my brother now? Please? I really want a little brother!" I asked if I bought her, should I buy her sister too and she said "You don't have to, BooBah can be my sister." *sigh* What on earth do you say to that?
My younger niece has been asking to nurse every time she sees BeanBean doing it. She's four years old, not my child, and *huge* (44", 55 lbs). I told her that if she wants to nurse she'd have to ask her mother and she said "No, my mother hates me, my mother is leaved! I want to take a nurse with BeanBean!" and then began the pitiful, fake crying wail she does. (Oh yes, it's very fake.)