I have heard it said that going from one to two children is harder than none to one. In line at the co-op, I heard a mom tell a friend of mine that having 2 children is not double the work, it's exponential the amount of work. Good thing Liam was already cooking, cause that was pretty discouraging on the procreation front.

Perhaps we're not there yet, but 2 1/2 weeks into it, I have to say that this is not as hard as going from none to one. sure, liam is an easy baby as far as babies go, but there are some key differences. For one thing, I know about babies. We aren't charting his wet and poopy diapers, or running to the Dr. Sears Baby Book about every grunt or random red spot that shows up on his skin. When he fusses or cries, i have some idea of what to do and feel fairly competent as opposed to when i was a new mom with Raelin and responding to her crying often felt like playing darts blindfolded. I had no clue. Thoughts about throwing the baby out the window don't freak me out. yes, that's right, throwing the baby out the window. Now, i haven't really felt this about Liam yet, but I'm sure i will. I did with Raelin. This time around, I know that that it's a fleeting thought in a stressful moment; i'm not coming down with post-partum psychosis, and more importantly, i know for sure that i won't do it. of course, i never honestly thought that i would throw raelin out the window, but having never had a baby before or experienced such intense ranges of emotion, it freaked me out a bit. plus i have other moms to vent with! i was so desperate to meet other moms when raelin was a baby i pretty much stalked any woman with an infant around stores until i found some way to approach her and make some-any- connection.

and then there's the identity thing...becoming a parent within a matter of hours is a crazy change in identity that takes months and sometimes well over a year to incorporate into one's sense of self. As i nuzzle Liam's super-soft head and read a book to Raelin, i have thought, why does this seem so much easier? besides all the stuff from above, which is significant, i think the biggest difference is that i am already a mom. I did my battles with Productive Mind that first year with Raelin, when i always felt like i should, or needed to be doing something else besides being with her... and then i feeling guilty for wanting to do something other than be with my daughter. I tried to cram a zillion things into her nap time, or wished she would entertain herself so i could entertain myself. I struggled with the need to DO, even while i could often hardly stand to be away from her.

and now, 3 years later, i am way over Productive Mind. I have parenting struggles, but less identity struggles. Being a mom is who i am right now, and everything else had to work into that, not against it. this is what's easy about having a second child, about being with Liam. There's no struggle. There's just appreciation and awe at this new being, and in watching my first-born become a sister, and my husband the father of a son.

the arrival of Liam Cooper

So Thursday was more or less a normal day... Raelin and I were going to go out and play at the Toy Library (open indoor play space for kids) but she was resisting getting dressed and i wasn't all that motivated to motivate her and thought to myself, i dont' really feel like going anywhere either... So we spent the day sewing little things for the doll bed she and Kevin made, making flannel wipes for the baby, and in general having a great, mellow domestic day.

I may or may not have had any significant contractions throughout the day. Nothing that alerted me to thinking that labor was imminent. After dinner Raelin was pretty exhausted; we got her into bed and Kevin headed out to have a beer with a few friends. I puttered around, made myself clean the kitchen, surfed the web, read a bit and then started to get ready for bed. Kevin came home about 10:00 or so and we were in bed by 11:00.

I am fairly sure the contractions started up right away. The first few were nothing more than i'd experienced on other evenings, but i paid attention to the fact that they continued, and it seemed like fairly regularly. Hmmmmm, i thought. Raelin had already woked up once, so Kevin had moved into her room. I got up, went to the bathroom and returned to bed. At this point, i was fairly certain that the contractions were getting more intense and that this was probably going to go somewhere. I wondered if our midwives were still at our friend's house just 20 minutes away; I had heard that she was in labor that afternoon.

About 11:45 or so I went into Raelin's room and told Kevin that i was pretty sure that I was in labor. "What? you're kidding..." I told him to give me 1/2 an hour or so to walk around and make sure things didn't slow down or peter out. Within 15 minutes I was back; contractions were definitley *not* doing either of those things, and were in fact intensifying faster than i expected. I told him we needed to call the midwives and my mother so she would be available for Raelin.

the first call to Donna and Ellie was at about 12:30 am. there were, indeed, still at our friend's house and Ellie informed me that she was pushing. We chatted a bit and i told her how things were going and what i was feeling. She suggested we go ahead and start setting up the tub and to call when and if things changed.

Kevin got busy moving furniture and prepping a space for the tub. I put in a few calls to my mom and she headed over. Meanwhile, I walked and breathed and began moaning my way through contractions that were getting more intense. I was a bit taken aback; i wasnt' expecting such intensity so soon and i was feeling a bit alarmed that i wasn't having a more gradual descent into the state of mind known as "laborland." Unlike labor with Raelin, i couldn't lie down or sit. I needed to lead against counters or futon, or whatever was nearest and rock through them. I felt restless and instructed Kevin to page Ellie again, just 30 minutes after the first call. Things had definitely progressed and we needed a midwife.

The tub was filling up at this point and i got in with about 6 inches of water. By now the contractions were getting difficult to manage on my own and i asked kevin to get in the water with me. On my knees, leaning against the wall of the tub, I began some serious vocalizing to get me through. The amazing thing to me was how aware and coherent i felt. At this stage in Raelin's labor, i was in a totally different dimension. The endorphins and adrenaline, while not pain relivers, were reality-relievers that allowed me to totally surrender to the process. This is something i teach in my classes, about the importance of helping a laboring mom get into that primitive, other reality and how that facilitates labor. So, here i was groaning and moaning like hell and thinking, where are my freaking endorphins?

The tub was awesome... perfect temperature. The second or third contraction I had in the tub my water broke with a distinct, Pop! Oh fuck, I thought, here it comes... typically when your water is still intact the contractions are cushioned by the sac, but once it's broken, the baby's head can descend right against your cervix without the water cushion, stimulating more intense contractions. I looked up at the door and said, "where is the bloody midwife? she needs to be here!" i was already feeling the urge to push, and that freaked me out. How could i possibly be ready to push already? I had been in labor for maybe 2 hours. Holding back the urge to push is one of the most difficult things to do... it's like trying not to breathe after you've held your breath for as long as you can. I panted my way through the next 2 contractions and then my savior, Donna, arrived. I love midwives. they are so in tune... she got right down next to me and asked me how i was... how long I'd been pushing... all in a calm, reassuring tone and as if she had been there since the beginning.

One of my concerns was that i was pushing too soon and that can make the cervix swell and hinder dilation. "do you think i'm complete?" i asked. "oh yeah, you're complete!" she assured me and so I braced myself for pushing. With the next contraction, I pushed and reached up and felt Liam's head about a finger length away. I had a nice break before the next contraction and asked for an ice cube of Recharge... I was biding my time. I knew the sensation to come, and I wasn't exactly chomping at the bit to bring him down any further yet. Donna brought me an ice cube and with the next contraction and a substantial roar, his head was right at the opening. Rest. I waited. "Is it ok for me to take my time like this?" i asked. "definitely!" Donna said and so i relaxed and tried to mentally and physically prepare myself for the next one.

It's hard to describe the feeling of a head coming out of you, but suffice to say it is totally bizarre and fascinating and crazy painful and amazing all at the same time. I took my time and was coherent and practically conversational. I heard the cat meowing outside and almost laughed. Two more contractions and his head was out... one more and Liam was free, at 2:13 am, barely 3 hours after labor had started. We brought him up the surface,stopping briefly so Donna could slip the cord that was wrapped around him once. He was a bit blue, so she gave him a bit of oxygen and ventilated him to stimulate his breathing. we rubbed his chest and sang to him. He coughed and bit and Donna flipped him over onto his tummy, which he responded to immediately- his skin pinked up and he began to cry in earnest... for 15 minutes! And then he settled down with the help of a homeopathic remedy, and slept peacefully for the next 2 hours.

Birthing the placenta is the final stage of labor, and that practically took as long as the first half. Nearly 2 hours labor i finally let go of the placenta. My feeling is that my body wasn't ready to finish labor all that fast... it was such a shock to do so much work in 3 hours, holding onto the placenta made it linger a bit. But it came out, healthy and well and all in one piece. finally... and empty belly and the end of pregnancy... and a greate sigh of relief!!

I should mention that Raelin slept through the entire labor... our friend's baby (whose birth Donna had to unfortunatley miss) was born 15 minutes after Liam...my sister arrived 10 minutes after Liam was born... my mom was a dream help...that we had a warm fire and scrambled eggs and almond butter and toast...that Liam is beautiful and perfect in every way and that we are blissed out to be a family of 4.

as promised

39 weeks preggers... i let raelin go at my belly with the paint.



she had her first hair cut the other day...


future midwife...