May 21, 2009
9 pounds, 3 ounces
After driving back from the Hamptons, I finally arrived at the hospital where Lindsay had recently been induced. It was obvious from the moment I arrived that Lindsay’s mother was there for more than just her granddaughter’s grand entrance. The two of them were definitely in a rhythm. Her mom was doing all the right things. It was nice to see the way Lindsay and her mother worked together. It didn’t take long for me to realize that my place in this birth would be to take a step back and let Lindsay do her thing with her mom and husband, William, by her side and her supportive father in the waiting room, checking in from time to time. This was truly a “mothering the mother” situation and I wasn’t about to interrupt their beautiful dance.
Lindsay labored for about 21 hours and did a great job managing her pain the entire time. She took deep yogic breaths and seemed very focused on what she was doing. When she got an epidural, she seemed to get some relief but it wore off pretty quickly. The anesthesiologist gave her a top off or two. When she was ready to push, everyone on her birthing team was excited. William, Lindsay’s mother, father and I all cheered her on. She pushed for a little over an hour and delivered her entire baby in one last push at 11:00am. It was an emotional welcoming as Lindsay and William were obviously overcome with joy to meet their little girl. I teared up as I watched them embrace one another with hugs of happiness after they told Lindsay’s mom that the baby would be named after her. I felt like I was watching a movie but it was far from a movie – it was so so real.
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