I’d never held a baby before, and then I went into the hospital to give birth.
My husband and I had been through quite a lot before the birth of our daughter. We were planning to buy a house and our real estate agent would be waiting in our driveway ready to go every day when I got home from work. After searching, we’d get home about 11 at night in time to go to bed just to get up for work and start this all again. We did this for about four months.
When we found a house we were preparing to close on it, and my husband’s job told him he was being relocated. I was 8 months pregnant and we began preparations to move to another state and I quit my job. The sellers threatened to sue us, we had to hire an attorney, our real estate agent who found out he wasn’t making a sale decided to sue us too.
We were afraid of a lawsuit in the middle of moving so my husband ended up taking a demotion so we could stay. I got my job back and we went ahead and closed on the house we had been planning to buy. I was then 9 months pregnant. I was told from the buyers that the home would be spotless and that they considered themselves neat freaks. When we moved in the house was filthy. Urine on the toilets, dog hair all over the stairs, food still in the fridge, and marks all over the walls.
So at my full bellied 9 months I was on hands and knees scrubbing pee off toilets and bleaching walls and the fridge. I had to scrub the entire house. My husband was gone on a business trip. I felt alone, scared, and most of all tired.
One morning I went to work with incredible pains, but I didn’t want to tell anyone because I had so much to do and so little time to do it in. I was then three days past my due date. My husband got back into town and that evening he took me to the hospital just to get checked out. They decided to keep me there and I was upset. Mainly because we weren’t prepared with the car seat, our bags, I was still in my work clothes, and most of all I hadn’t eaten. The hospital wouldn’t let me eat or have anything to drink.
15 hours later I wasn’t even dilated yet but they wouldn’t let me go. I was given something to make me dilate, which I wasn’t very happy about, and then the moment came. It was all like one huge moment. I was pushing, I couldn’t see a thing, then they threw my baby on top of me without warning, I wasn’t sure what to do. I wish someone had of told me that would happen, or at least what I was supposed to do. I was afraid I wasn’t supposed to touch her yet and I laid there- frozen. A nurse scooped her up in an instant, people were running about, my husband and mother were trying to take pictures, I felt like I was laying there in silence. Then I heard my baby cry.

The next three days were jam packed with no sleep and I decided I better get used to it. All the stories I had heard about the rest after delivery must have been folk lore. They couldn’t leave my daughter in the nursery because she wouldn’t sleep. My husband passed out on the couch in the room even with our daughter crying, doctors coming in, and nurses attending to me at all hours. My husband had to actually teach me how to hold her, how to change her diaper, and basically what this little creature was all about. I thought this was supposed to be easy and something about ‘come to me’ as in a mother’s instinct? Nope. I didn’t get that trait, or the memo. My husband had to leave again a week after she was born and my mom left back home to Delaware.
All in all I think I was stressed before, during and after my daughter’s birth. I’m actually curious if that stress is why my daughter’s always had a hard time sleeping. If it is, I would feel just terrible. However, she is now almost three, and the doctor’s say she is quite advanced, about two years. She is very smart, talks wonderfully, is bossy, sassy, curious, empathetic, and loves to learn new things. I couldn’t have asked for a more special gift. She’s taught me much more than I think I could ever teach her.
I read an article on birthing in India. I found out that they rely more on touch and healing in terms of being together and supportive behavior rather than medicine and machines. The woman who wrote the article was a midwife from Canada who was visiting India, spoke about a woman on a train who was in labor but who insisted on having the baby at her own home. Before she made it home the author wrote she was “satisfied to know that she had an easy birth on the train with Lalita and other women passengers!” (Smith, D. 2002)
The author also told of how in Bihar, India, the removal of the placenta “is to reach up inside the uterus immediately after the birth and tear the placenta out for fear it will rise up in the body and create bleeding.” (Smith, D. 2002) Since the author wasn’t used to this type of removal she waited more than eight hours for the placenta to fall into a place she could easily grab it. Apparently the woman who had given birth’s family was outraged, and there was talk about possible revenge if anything were to go wrong.
I was also very shocked and saddened to hear of an oil massage tradition. In this tradition “they customarily pour oil into the ears and nose (of the baby).” (Smith, D. 2002) The baby actually died from being suffocated by it. It’s a tradition many midwives in India are trying to suspend. I realized that although both India and the U.S. take care in providing comfort to upcoming mothers, that the U.S. is not as personable. I see the U.S. as having hospitals which provide a service, you pay, and then ways are parted. In India, I was made aware that they are extremely cautious about remaining calm, using massage, and giving birth at home surrounded by many women- sometimes not even knowing all of them.
Smith, Diane (2002). Birth in India: One Chosen Perspective. Midwifery Today the heart and science of birth. Retrieved from http://www.midwiferytoday.com/articles/india.asp.