birth of tay IV

From Mom:

August 7, 1982

3:00p.m.

so...

time keeps

ticking ticking ticking

and it is now 3pm ish.
somewhere along the way my water broke

and it was trickling out.

no big gush or champagne pop like on television.

i am slowly progressing,

the baby (you) is still high,

meaning your head was not yet settled

into my hip area where most baby's

(fromTaylor: Smarter than the average baby.

I knew that it was cold and bright out there)

drop a week or so prior to birth.

still high, so my direction is to start pushing.

again, in the books they write that "pushing is the good part".

i am uncomfortable, crabby, scared

and really just wanting to see my baby.
thinking that this journey will never end,

i start getting down to business.

during the day, cindy and dad have been goofing off,

coming and going,

eating the jello

in the hospital cafeteria,

playing with the nurses,

generally having a good ole time.

i am in no mood

and now they finally realize this

and begin paying attention.

the lamaze breathing begins to make sense,

as it is my only weapon in the birthing arsenal.

i am breathing and concentrating like a monk.
having put no real credence into this silly breathing game

i did not bring a focal point.

so i find one in the nice

orange ish wall paper design.

i think it was a swirl.

this swirl became my best friend.
and the labor and delivery nurse.

the clock ticks forward.......

i remain

determined,

and sweaty.