October 30, 2007

an E.P.T. failure

We had been married just over a year when I got pregnant with our first. Though we weren’t planning a baby, we sure couldn’t say we were surprised.

First: I had stopped taking the pill. I had to or I was going to kill someone . . . and it wasn’t going to be me. The hormonal state that Ortho-novum kept me in played “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” with my emotions. For example, my husband would walk in the door after 12 hours of playing soldier. I would say, in my sweetest Donna Reed voice, “How was your day?” only to follow it up four minutes later with a Linda-Blair-exorcist-like, “Get Outta My Face!”

We figured even unplanned parenthood had to be better than that.

Second: the husband was an Army Lieutenant stationed at Fort Richardson, Alaska. He was away doing field training. A lot. For long stretches of time. He was gone from Oct. 18 until Nov. 8, left again on Nov. 10 and didn’t return home until the first of December. Hmmm . . . doesn’t take quantum physics to figure out that one.

So, I found myself pregnant. Entirely too young. 4,000 miles away from my mommy. The first of all of our friends to fail the “E.P.T.” test. And more than a little terrified. I felt like Prissy from Gone with the Wind: “Why, I don’t know nothin’ bout birthin’ no babies!” My preference: Schedule a C-section, take some heavy drugs, and hope for the best. Oh, but it’s not that easy for a do-it-yourself junkie. You see, I read. And read. And read. And Alaska is not exactly the kind of place where you are encouraged to follow the crowd. Unless, of course, the crowd is a bunch of earth-mother, hippie-wanna-be, save-the-earth do-gooders. (And I mean that in a good way!) So I found myself reading Mothering Magazine and Ina May Gaskin's “Spiritual Midwifery” and Rahima Baldwin’s “Special Delivery” and all manner of natural, wholistic childbirth propaganda. By the time August 13 rolled around, I was enduring a 32-hour labor at home with a couple of midwives.

Now, the birth itself did not turn out exactly picture-perfect. But I did end up with a beautiful daughter, and a passion for pregnancy and childbirth that can only be described as a part-time obsession. More about that at a later date.

The worst part of my first pregnancy: Not having caffeine
The weirdest craving during my first pregnancy: McDonald’s cheeseburgers (ewww.)
The strangest side-effect of my first pregnancy: Sporadic, but uncontrollable giggling (Again, another story for another time . . . )

6 comments:

thruchildeyes said...

Oh man, I can't wait to hear the rest of the story! You promised, so I'll be here....waiting for several installments of "more on that at a later time."

Kacey Leigh said...

This was disturbing on so many levels. Read my blog today, but schedule about 20 minutes to do so. Love you woman.

Kacey Leigh said...

My name is not Grephanie or Stegory. Go teach your stinking classes woman. Sorry I deprived you of your caffine intake and that I was such an unexpected burden in your little Eskimo village. (Imagine me pulling a Kevin right now and sticking my tongue out at you)....I'm in my 8 right now and I'm very bored. He's rambled on about Elvis for a half an hour...what does this have to do with my life? NOTHING!

Samantha said...

My craving....

Taco Bell's Bean Burrito, I had to have one EVERYDAY!!!

Kacey Leigh said...

I don't tell people I'm smarter than they are unless I know they're smart enough to take the joke. I never said OCD was multi-tasking...that'd just be really crazy. Remember, I have your birthday present, so you should be nice to me.

Heather said...

Military women are some of the strongest women you will ever meet. I have had many friends who have had to do it on their own with the husband 1000 of miles away. Lucky for me we had two before joining the Air Force and thank god my hubby was home to see the third and last make her way into this world.

We were at Elmendorf for 6 years before moving to New Mexico...nice to hear from a fellow "Alaskan"!!

Visiting from CHBM...