Don’t worry. I’m not going to share the birth details.
But I will say this: never underestimate your support crew. Mine was second to none and it made a world of difference.
Scott had the flu a few days beforehand and I was worried what the implications of that would be. He even DNS‘d a race the day before – something that has only happened once before (a few weeks ago, when I tripped down the stairs. Ahem.). He knew he needed his A-game for me, saved his energy and completely rallied, something I am incredibly grateful for.
Fortunately, Lindsey was on standby and I got my secret wish that she would come anyway. While I was willing to impose on her if Scott wasn’t well, I was hesitant to to ask her to come for some reason if it “optional.” Turns out we were both tip-toeing, as she didn’t want to impose herself on us if she wasn’t “needed.” The truth is we both should have said what we meant. From my standpoint, having her there was not optional and she was definitely needed, by both me and Scott. She provided perspective (her second baby will be 2 in July), an honest mirror for me (“you’re looking crazy eyed”) and unconditional love. There is a very short list of people I would invite into this scenario. Having her as an active participant in the birth of our child is a whole new level of intimacy. Scott says that if he had known how important it was to have her there, he would have asked her long ago to be there. We both felt foolish for not figuring out sooner, but grateful for serendipity all the same.
Shirley, the nurse who took care of us all day, bonded with me (dog lover and rescue advocate) and Scott (cycling) right off the bat. She also had my back with anesthesia and anything else I needed.
And my doctor Christie, well, her humor and practicality are the reasons she’s my doctor. (Naturally, she’s also a dog lover.) She entertained us with stories and realism and even made fun of me in the throes of delivery when I was making bets about how long it would take. To say I have affection for this woman is an understatement.
Back at home, Sophie Jane was in perfect hands with my mom – who also had to take care of our animals. Knowing I didn’t have to worry about anything happening on the home front was incredibly comforting. We even taught her how to text on her phone so we could stay connected.
And so enter Quinn. The new love of our collective lives. Her highly anticipated arrival took shape under the least stressful conditions. Surrounded by love, support and humor. I could not have asked for more.
And now, here I sit, soaking in our mighty Quinn.