How My Daughter Came Out
By Molly Bice-Jackson - 5:30 AM
Rachael, Lydia (who happened to have a minute away from med school residency and was in town from Philly!) and me. I love these girls. Our NYC trip together last Fall was wonderful. I'm thankful they've adopted me into their "Princeton circle." I practically feel like I was a member of their acapella group from hearing so many stories.
And by my daughter "coming out", I'm referring to how she came out of my tummy and into the world, not how she came out of the closet.
I figured its time to share Zoe's birth story. Do you have two seconds to read it? Because that's about all it will take. Ready? Go.
7:00 a.m.--awoken by 3 huge contractions. On third contraction, water breaks like a water balloon. I can tell there is meconium. (That means the baby pooped inside of you).
7:15 a.m.--wake up Vic and tell him it's GO TIME.
7:35 a.m.--take shower and get dressed
8:00 a.m.--text sitter to come over (18 yr. old Mikayla Rasmuson, a god-send)
8:30 a.m.--Peter wakes up and Mikayla arrives
9:00 a.m.--head to hospital
9:15 a.m.--admitted to hospital, dilated to a 3
9:30-11:00 a.m.--walk around the room in labor
11:00 a.m.--sitting on birthing ball and realize I need to push
11:15 a.m.--WELCOME BABY ZOE covered in poo!
Noon--order lunch from the gourmet kitchen in the Park City hospital. Great timing little girl!
I make it sound like it was easy. It wasn't. And my recovery is still in process (mostly mental at this point). And none of this could have happened without Vic (OBVIOUSLY... ifyaknowwhatimean).