When I was in residency, our local zoo was loaned two giraffes (Autumn and Walter) as part of a breeding program, the Species Survival Project. The entire city was thrilled when Autumn became pregnant with her first baby.
I did everything right: I carefully selected a hospital with good, evidence-based TOLAC policies, I found a nurse-midwife practice with patient, yet thorough providers, I ate reasonably well, and I exercised regularly. At 39 weeks and 4 days, I started to go into labor.
As an obstetrician-gynecologist, I often joke with my colleagues about the “OB birth juju”, meaning that we, as OB/Gyns, tend to have weird stuff happen to us with our own births. The joke often seems like a truth.
A familiar feelings swells inside. A wave? Yes, and then another. They are close, but mild. I am on the phone with my mother who laughs with excitement. Finally!