to talk (or blog) about my Thanksgiving weekend, cause it was
It started off like any other long weekend, except having to be up
every morning at 6:30am to be poked and prodded at a fertility clinic,
definitely not a preferred holiday activity, but what can you do?
Saturday night I was off to a wedding, a big fat greek wedding!
If ever there was a place to go to feel bad about your fertility
problems, this is it. My husband and I were seated at the
"newly married couples" table, and of course, since their weddings
the other couples had popped out wonderfully perfect babies,
who were also joining us at the table. If the conversation swayed
at all from the intense cuteness of the babies, it was only to
comment on us and our lack of children. Aunts and Uncles would
stop by the table to wink, smile, and say "your next!"
I could tell this was starting to get to my husband a little bit, but
I was more then shocked when he finally gave up and told a cousin
that we were trying, and it wasn't going well. I knew right away this was
a mistake, and I instantly began to search my brain for quick and
easy statements to go along with the "advice" that I was sure we would
soon be getting.
Just as I suspected, within 15min, everyone at the wedding knew
we have been trying and the advice started coming at warp speed.
"take a vacation"
This was of course the top three pieces of advice. I spent the
rest of the night smiling and saying "thank you, we will try that"
It was hard, to say the least, but we made it through, and It
actually felt better to have it all out in the open, to hear words
of encouragement rather then "what's taking you so long?"
I went straight to bed after the wedding, I needed to forget about
the evening, I just wanted to sleep. The night, however, had bigger
plans for me. As soon as I laid my head on the pillow my cell phone
rang. It was my client calling to let me know she was in labor, her
contractions were coming quick and she wanted to meet me at the
hospital. She was not due for another week, so the call was unexpected
but I quickly got dressed and ran out the door.
When I arrived it was 4am on Thanksgiving day. I met my client
and her husband in triage and she was right, the contractions
were strong and quick. From looking at her I would have guessed
that she was 6 or 7cm dilated, but when they checked her, her
cervix was still closed (far from time to have this baby)
Fast, strong contractions in early labor normally means baby is
in a funky position, usually looking up "stargazing" as they say.
My client decided they wanted to go home until they had
progressed a bit more, they also sent me home to get some sleep.
I suggested positions and comfort measures to use while they
were back at home, ones that would ease the discomfort and
also help the baby turn. Then I was off to "sleep".
By this time it was 6am, I had two choices....go home to sleep
or rush to my appointment and have my diagnostic tests done
for that day (CD13) I chose to go to the testing (eating at
Tim Hortons while I waited for the clinic to open at 7am)
So there I was, at the clinic with no sleep and a dildo cam
searching around my lady bits. All I could think was
"Please god, please god, let this baby turn, give this mother the
strength she needs to get through, please bring her peace". Then
soon as the testing was done, as if it was written in the stars,
my phone rang and It was time to meet my client at the hospital.
They felt labor had changed and my client wanted to go to the
hospital to see how far along she was. I knew how badly she wanted
a natural birth, but I also knew that if her exam showed she was still
in early labor that an epidural would be soon to follow. My prayers
picked up again "Please god, let her be in active labor, let this baby
I got to the hospital just as they arrived, it was clear that labor
had picked up. She hugged me and moaned through a contraction,
soon as it was done she cried "I am not handling this very well".
I continued to rock back an forth with her until it was time for her
exam, the nurse was very nice, gentle and excited when she felt the
dilation. "Your 8cm dilated" she said. Of course the 3 of us broke into
tears and I thought to myself "thank you, thank you"
A few hours passed, she rocked back and forth on her birth ball,
allowing low moaning sounds to escape from her body. Soon she was
dilated to 10cm and began to push her baby down. Then, just as the
rest of Toronto, husband and in-laws included, were gathering
around their Thanksgiving feast, a baby boy was born, birthed
naturally by his mother and supportive father. It was a beautiful
birth and I was so SO happy for them. It was a wonderful
way to spend Thanksgiving and I TRULY felt thankful that this
birth turned out exactly as my clients had dreamed. I left feeling like
my prayers had been answered, But as I said my goodbyes and walked
away from the happy new family and those perfect 10 fingers and toes
I couldn't help but think "when will it be my turn?"