I felt great immediately after the birth of our baby. I was just kneeling there on the bed. The baby was still attached to me by the cord. I had just given birth. Pregnancy was over! We did it! The baby was here! The fetal membranes (the bag of waters) didn’t break until the last couple contractions. That was the pop and the gush! That was why I couldn’t tell how far along I was! HE was still in the bag. Yes a boy! And I was thinking girl the whole pregnancy! I was very proud in that moment.
I moved around a little bit trying to get more comfortable. My butthole was on fire, and there was a cord hanging out of me with a baby on the other end. Then he pooped. Then there was meconium & amniotic fluid everywhere and we didn’t want to cut the cord right away. What to do??!! We decided I would go sit in the shower while my partner showered me and the baby off. It worked pretty well, aside for the fact that my butthole was on fire. Hemorrhoids, owe, but I didn’t tear. My boyfriend just washed us off. Then he cut the cord and washed us off again.
It wasn’t quite over for me. I was feeling more contractions. I thought it was over! I want it to be over! I was tearing up about to cry, I couldn’t take anymore, my butthole couldn’t take anymore. It was about 15 minutes of this, and a lot of feeling sorry for myself, and it all ended. I got on my knees and my uterus evacuated the placenta. And then it was over. Thank God!
Placentas are pretty weird. That thing was like a blood bubble. I was thinking about doing something with it, but at that point we were just like ewww… We wrapped up all the amniotic fluid soaked, placenta soaked, meconium stained stuff in the waterproof matress cover and threw it all in the garbage. We had a clean bed and a new baby. Nine months of pregnancy, two days of intense toning contractions, 7 hours of labor and there we were. My partner and I, our TWO sons, the cat, and the dog cuddled into the early hours of the morning in amazement.