Butta

I was "due" for a butter birth.  You know, the kind that are easy as melted butter?  So, we finally had one this week.  False alarm at the end of last week but this time the mom called me slightly out of breath and I knew this was no false alarm.  They live an hour away, on a good traffic day.  Problem is, she called me right about rush hour traffic time.  It took me an hour and twenty minutes to get there.

But when I arrived, the doula was helping the mom work through contractions and when I checked her, she was 5.5 cms along, a far cry from where she had been at last week's false alarm.  That was around 6 PM and we had a baby at 9:46 PM in the birth pool.

Mom's makeup was intact, hair looked gorgeous and she pretty much smiled through the whole thing.  Perfect 8 lb. 8 oz. baby boy.  A few minor stitches were needed but that was all.

We were there for 3 hours postpartum and then it only took 45 minutes to drive home at that hour of the night.

I love butter births.  Wish they were all that way!