Friday, October 13, 2006

Labor of Love



The photos were taken by my good friend Rebecca. She is very talented with a camera, so good at getting good angles. My husband and I had a double date with Rebecca and her husband, Tom tonight. Obviously, we had to amend our plans. Rather than cancel, we decided that they would pick up dinner, at an Italian deli and bring it over. What a feast! Lasagna, stuffed portabella mushrooms, spaghetti squash, salads, and breads, and for dessert some magnificent bowl shaped cake, the inside of which was filled with Italian cream. We had the best time, talking about our kids (we met when our 15 year olds were newborns) and sharing this labor with them. After dinner, Rebecca took the pictures and helped me upload them onto my computer and into the blog. After that, we did a belly cast! I tried to get my husband to take a picture with me- it would have been a lovely contrast, his pale skin again my dark, but he refused (too shy to take off his shirt for Rebecca!) My three daughters got into the act though. Its now about 1 am. The Brits have been here filming since about 8pm. I can no longer sleep through the contractions. Thats when the midwife said to call her. I'll call her and the doula to come now. The contractions are about every 10 to 15 minutes but hurt like crazy and last at least a minute and the pressure is so low. I always labor at night and birth in the morning, so I think this is it.

3 comments:

LaborPayne said...

Thanks emjaybee,
I do so hope my story will inspire other women that they CAN and should birth their babies. My heart is with you in your grief for your birth experience.

Sara said...

Thank you so much for the pictures of a NORMAL labor - not the on-the-back hospital version!

LaborPayne said...

That's interesting that you said that. I was afraid that these photos of me on my bed were too stereotypical. I actually never labored near a bed except to pose for these pictures! I was upright for just about every contraction, and it was noticable a lot more painful if I wasn't.