A year ago today my husband and I (and our small support
staff) brought our beautiful son into the world. In honor of his birthday I
would like to share his birth story. If you are here for the food recipes then
better skip todays post! When I was pregnant I loved reading/hearing other
women’s labor and birth stories, it taught me that there is no normal and
helped prepare me for my labor.
Mercury’s Birth Story
I kept telling everyone that our baby would come early. My
belly was so big I just knew if the baby was late there was no way it was
coming out naturally. On Sunday February 17th, , three days before my
due date, I went to brunch with my Aunt and Uncle while my husband was at work.
For the last few weeks I had been walking and squatting and eating spicy food
and taking primrose oil and doing all those fun old wives tales they tell you
will make the baby come. This morning was no different. Our waiter, who was
also a new dad, congratulated me and told me his birthday was tomorrow. Good
signs right?! I was feeling a little crampy, like I had been the last few days,
but I still ate a big breakfast.
When I got home I started to notice that my
cramps were coming in waves so I decided why not time them? After an hour they
were almost exactly 10 minutes apart and 1 minute long. I texted my husband and
told him not to get to excited but to be on standby. After another few hours of
this pattern I was pretty sure this was the beginning of labor; I was still
reluctant to get too excited, but I rang up my doula and sister anyway. My
doula reassured me that I was in labor and could “get excited.” I used the rest
of the afternoon to make cookies and
banana bread and other snacks to take to the hospital and my husband
picked up some produce on his way home.
When he got home we put in the car seat and double-checked our hospital
bags. My contractions were around 7 minutes apart now and didn’t hurt much. I
took a shower and read a book and tried to do anything to keep my mind
occupied.
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Early labor, getting massaged by my hubs and sis |
Around 11pm we decided to try and get some sleep, but it was very
uncomfortable for me to lie down. Every time I did, my contractions would get
more painful. So I let my husband sleep while I walked around or sat on the
toilet and rocked my hips. At 1am my contractions were almost 4 minutes apart
and 1 minute long but still not very painful. I called the midwife and she
asked me if I had any contractions while I was talking to her. I said yes I’m
having one right now. She told me since I was talking fine through it that I
probably didn’t need to come in yet, but I could if I wanted to. I told her I
would wait, and thought, “What does she mean ‘won’t be able
to talk through them?’”Around 3am my condition was the same but I was getting so
anxious/excited and I still couldn’t sleep because my contractions were just
painful enough to keep me awake. I woke my husband up and we decided to head to
the hospital. It was a 30-minute drive anyway and I didn’t want to be super
uncomfortable on the drive by waiting longer. We let my sister and doula know
and rocked out to Michael Jackson on the way.
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My doula brought this scarf type thing to help me squat |
When we got checked in at the
hospital they said I was ‘half way there’, 5cm dilated. I was starting to get
pretty nauseous. My doula put some peppermint oil on a towel and set it near
me, it instantly made the nausea go away.
My sister arrived around 6am and I was still feeling pretty good at this
point. I was vocalizing during contractions and my sister and husband helped
rub my back and hold me while I squatted. Everyone was thankful for the snacks
and my husband fed me strawberries and my sister kept making me take sips of water.
My doula guessed I would have the baby by noon. That sounded way to long to me.
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Walking around the room and being silly |
After a lot of dancing and squatting and other positions my doula suggested, my
water broke, a little bit. Apparently it can partially break but not all the
way. Still though, it was progress! We discussed recipes while my husband made
everyone laugh with his “Push Mix’ featuring songs like “Drop It Like It’s
Hot” and "The Circle of Life". Everyone laughed at me because I would be a part of the conversation and
then just get really quiet for few minutes while I had a contraction and then
go right back to talking without missing a beat.
It was just starting to get
light out and my contractions were getting more painful so I sat on a birthing
ball in the shower and let the hot water run on my back. It felt so good and
was a nice break. While I sat in the shower they filled up the birthing tub.
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I would call this "later labor" |
I
got into the tub and kept squatting and moving around. I was starting to feel the urge to push so my
doula told me to do what felt right. The midwife came in to check me and said
“she still has a bag”, meaning my water hadn’t broke. She also said I was only
8cm dilated. I told her I felt like pushing though. She said she would try to
stretch me a little bit. I didn’t really know what that meant but wholly hell did
it hurt. It was more painful than the actual birth. As she did this, I thought
that I yelled “No!” loudly and started to rear my arm back to punch her (fight
or flight, I guess I’m a fight person?) My husband said I actually just shook
my head back and forth a balled my hand into a fist. My doula stroked my head
and told me to calm back down. This was the only time I really lost my trance.
I had been in the zone up until now. I
relaxed back in the tub for awhile then got back into squatting position. When
I did my water broke fully, it felt awesome. I soon really felt like pushing.
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The tug-o-war move |
After an hour or so, the midwife came back in and I got into a reclined
position in the tub. My husband kept a cool compress on my head and my sister
and I did this sort of tug-of-war move so I could have some leverage when I
pushed. I was really tired at this point. Mind you, I had been awake for almost
30 hours and in labor for almost 24 hours. My contractions slowed down and then
just stopped and I fell asleep for about 15 minutes in the tub. I think my body
knew I needed a break. When they came back I really didn’t feel the urge to
push but the midwife and doula reassured me that it would be soon, I just had
to give it all I had on every push.
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My favorite picture; the look on Noah's face as the midwife explains how to catch the baby. |
My
husband and sister switched positions so she was by my head and he was in catching
position. For some reason this gave me the extra pep I needed. They told me
they could see his head and he had blonde hair. I was thinking yeah right, my
baby is going to be bald like I was! They told me I could reach down and touch
the head but I didn’t want to. I was pushing as hard as I could during my
contractions while my sister steadily counted to ten. The midwife explained to
my husband how to catch the babe. Finally the baby crowned and the midwife said
okay on the next contraction we will deliver the body, but I had had enough. I
continued to push and passed the rest of his body out. It was so weird because
I thought it would happen quick but it actually took long enough that I could
feel all the parts of the body come out, shoulders, butt, and then the weirdest
thing, little toes. I closed my eyes for a second and just leaned back.
My
husband brought the baby out of the water and put him on my chest. The first
thing I said was, “sorry about your head.” I knew babies had cone heads when
they were born but his was especially bad because he also had a big bruised
lump on one side. Guess he was a little
crooked. He didn’t cry right away but just kind of peered up at me for a
minute. We wanted my husband to be the first to announce the sex but he was so
excited that he forgot so someone asked him the sex. He looked and yelled out
“it’s a boy!” I said “hi Mercury” and kissed his little head. I felt something
brush up against my leg in the water and I thought ‘oh no, a piece of my vagina
got ripped off and is just dangling there.’ Then it donned on me that it was
the umbilical cord. My husband cut the cord and then took Mercury to get
weighed and all that while I got out of the tub and onto a table where I easily
delivered the placenta and got a few stitches. The nurse was turning around to
tell my husband that the babies like skin to skin contact and laughed to see
him with his shirt already coming off. My doula helped us get him latched on
for the first of many meals and my sister went out to tell the family the stats.
After awhile we moved to another room where our families flooded in to see the
new little guy.
I was really pleased with my birth
experience. I was happy that they let me eat and drink as I wanted, move
around, and only checked the baby’s heartbeat intermittently. The sweet nurse
plunged her hand into the dirty water without a second thought (she wore gloves
but they kept filling up with water), and she spoke so softly I hardly noticed
her checking the vitals. I was also really lucky that everything went so
smoothly. It was nothing I could have truly prepared for; save for getting a
little bit more sleep beforehand. It was not as painful as I thought it would
be and after he was born my body definitely gave me some natural painkillers. My
face and eyes were super swollen and bruised, I could hardly see. All the baby
books said don’t push with your face but how else do you give it all you’ve
got? I also had the best pee of my life and was ravenously hungry. We took
Mercury home the next day and life has been more than beautiful ever since.
Happy Birthday Bug!