My daughter will be giving birth to my second grandchild in about 4 weeks. I'm excited with her. Because she has to be prepared, we know this one is a girl. As we knew her first was a boy.
And not only is she prepared for the gender, with appropriate decor and clothing, she is prepared to have this baby naturally.
Her first pregnancy had a few issues. She was plagued with high blood pressure. Her doctor had her on bed rest for most of the final trimester.
This time there isn't any problem with the blood pressure. The measurements say she right on track.
One day before her due date, he insisted on inducing labor. Her blood pressure was too high for his liking, and the baby seemed large.
The ob-gyn she has chosen for this second child told her there was no reason she couldn't have a vaginal delivery this time.
She wasn't really comfortable with the idea of inducing labor, but doctor knows what he's doing. He's done this before. Right?
She is adamant that she go into labor without drugs this time. No inducing. No epidural.
Once they induced labor, I watched as she became more and more uncomfortable. As she refused the epidural. As she failed to progress.
She finally accepted the epidural. She relaxed. Still no progression.
She is determined this time to not have a C-section. She wants desperately to have a natural birth.
The doctor and nurses finally convinced her this baby wasn't coming. They needed to do surgery. In tears she finally gave in to the inevitable. The surgery went well. We were told we could go to recovery to see them. Daddy, Grampa (Hubby dear) and Daddy's mother all cooed over the new baby. I took a quick look to see that he was healthy.
Then, I went to my daughter. She was cold with the after effects of surgery and surgical drugs. She was tired. I counted all her fingers and toes to make sure they were all there. I stroked her hair.
I told her I loved her.
I understand she wants to do this differently. It's important to her. I'm trying to be as supportive as possible.
But....I'm afraid. I don't want her to wait too long to go to surgery if it needs to be. I don't want her to jeopardize herself for the need she feels for natural delivery.
She is my baby. She is my best friend. She is my life.