A Birth Story.

Greta is a German name meaning "Pearl." We had been searching for names that were uncommon and interesting, but not too weird. I don't know where I found it, but I liked the sound of Greta when I stumbled across it. David liked it too. It was one of the few names we both whole-heartedly agreed on. Then, I learned that it meant "Pearl." A couple of years earlier, when we decided that we would start trying to have a baby, David took me out on a fancy-schmancy date and surprised me with a pair of pearl earrings. 

Greta. Perfect.

(And, in case you were wondering, Jayne is David's mother's middle name.)

Greta was due on February 8 (Chinese New Year). A week before her due date, she hadn't made much progress so my doctor scheduled an induction for the day after her due date (he was on call that day.) We went in at 6am and I started receiving Pitocin right away. A couple of hours later, my doctor came in to break my water. I asked him if I could have the epidural BEFORE he broke my water (at the advice of a friend), and he just laughed at me and said, "we'll see." (That's dad-talk for "NO.") At 9 or 10am, I received an epidural for contractions. I hung out at 4cm for pretty much the entire day...which made for a very uneventful day, besides me asking my doctor if I could eat something every time he came in to check on me (more "NO's.")  After a quick visit from my lovely friend Sarah, I abruptly went up to 8cm around 6pm (thanks, Sarah!) I was having strong contractions at that point but didn't feel anything, so I had some time to rest before the pushing started. I started pushing before 7pm and pushed for an hour and a half. The epidural was not as strong at that point so I could feel some of the pushing. I APPLAUD anybody who goes through that shit without medication. BRAVO. I had a weak moment where it got very real for me and I told David that I didn't want to do it anymore (ha!). But, you know...this is the ultimate project where you kinda have to finish what you started. (When I went back for my post-partum exam, my doctor said he would remember my delivery for a long time. When I asked him why, he said with a smile, "Because you didn't think you could do it...but you did it!" My doctor thinks I'm a wuss.)

Greta Jayne was born at 9:22pm on February 9th, perfectly sweet and healthy.  7lbs, 3 oz, 20in of sweet girly goodness.

After they took her to be cleaned and checked, I delivered the placenta (like you do). I asked my doctor if I could see it and he got WAY nerdy. "No one ever asks me that! I get really excited to talk about it." He showed me all the parts and described everything and how it functioned. Guys, our bodies are CRAZY awesome. Especially the lady bodies.

I am so grateful for everything...my doctor and the nurses were so amazing, and everything went so smoothly and baby girl is healthy. You really can't ask for much more than that. We are truly lucky.