One night, Ingrid was especially fussy and Dan woke me up in a panic when he felt a red, squishy spot on her head. We buzzed our nurse Rose and I attempted to explain her condition as coherently as I could - at 4 in the morning - as my head was spinning with "what ifs." 22 year-old Rose nervously giggled at everything. I needed another pain pill - giggle. I wanted an appointment with the Lactation Consultant - giggle. She needed to take my vitals - giggle. We were worried about this weird abnormality on her skull - big smile, little giggle and then she sputtered something about how this was common with a vacuum extraction.
Sorry Rose, that answer won't cut it.
I felt so protective and asked her to contact another nurse to explain to us - in medical terms - what was wrong with Ingrid. She understood completely and did her job well. And of course, this was a very common side effect of a vacuum extraction - she's now "squishy spot" free.
It was a very emotional moment for the two of us - I mean, it was her head! I knew that this bullshit answer wasn't good enough and as a mom, I needed to be her advocate - without being a complete bitch.
I stumbled across this quote today and although it's a bit "much," it sums up how I felt in that moment:
"Birth is not only about making babies. Birth is about making mothers - strong, competent, capable mothers who trust themselves and know their inner strength."