She arrived at 3:49 early this morning after laboring since Wednesday afternoon. On Thursday night, I finally went to sleep at midnight, 3cm dilated in spite of all the insane contractions I’d been having. Woke up at 3am, directly into transition. I have never hit all of the emotional markers for transition as hard as I did this time. At one point I was very seriously considering making someone take my ass to the hospital for a cesarean – I was positively convinced it would somehow hurt *less*. Calli was born about 15 minutes after that, posterior. Which completely explained the insane labor patterns.
The midwife missed the birth by about an hour – so in the end, I got the unassisted birth I’d been contemplating. My mom did the honors of catching – which was good, because that little girl fairly just rocketed out. I have only a very minor skid mark – even less than what I had with Lilly’s birth. I ended up on all fours, hanging over the arm rest on the couch. Fun times!
13 3/4″ head – bigger by 3/4″ than either of the other two – and STILL no molding of the head!