Every Thursday, here at Like Mother, Like Daughter!
Many Lawlers and some Folleys were fairly certain that Finnabee was going to be a boy. I can attest that Deirdre did, because the nursery is lacking in girl outfits and there was a blue onesie in the hospital bag.
When Deirdre asked me to be in the delivery room with her, it was a dream come true.
On the one hand.
On the other, I was a bit nervous. I’m not doula material, I think. (I frantically read up on this role, and I don’t think that helpfully staying in the background and basically just affirming all your choices is my calling.)*
But I read up on what was needed, bought various lotions, oils, and salves on my friends’ suggestions, added some inspiring cards that actually belong to Bridget, and limped through security with, not the one quart-sized ziploc that you are allowed, but three gallon-sized ziplocs, fairly brimming with liquids of suspicious aspect — in my defense, all in quantities of three ounces or less.
Bag check on Belt Three.
Once I assured the TSA that My Daughter is Having a Baby and that is why All These Things are Necessary, it was all good. Hopefully no terrorists are reading this, because I don’t want to give them ideas. But they let me through.
And then, after my arrival, we waited. As you know.
I won’t give the blow-by-blow, but suffice it to say that there was a bit of somewhat effective pre-labor, lots of walking and yoga, many squats, clary sage to the abdomen, spicy foods (as much as she could stand — do you see that head of hair? so much indigestion!), and… no baby.
That’s a hard moment, when your dream, built up by all the books you’ve read and the birthing stories you’ve heard, sort of crumbles because your baby might be in danger.
I can’t believe I witnessed the whole thing. Amazing!
Three Folley generations. Proud Grandpa.
Taking a cooking break to dandle my granddaughter.
Just very happy!
I just think babies’ feet are funny!
In the past few weeks, The Chief’s site, Catholic Culture, had a malware attack that they took care of. But some code lingered — not dangerous, but enough to trip the Google warning. I don’t know. But the folks at Catholic Culture assure me that their site is clean and our blog was never in danger.
Hopefully it’s gone for good, we can put the widget back (invaluable object), and all will return to normal! Again, my apologies!
* Dearest doula friends, please trust me when I tell you I am making fun of myself, not of being a doula!