I finally finishes my baby girl's birth story! I was writing it to her and for her, so it's very detailed.
I shortened it as best I could to share with you Mama's. I always enjoyed reading all the birth stories here, so I wanted to post mine.
I also posted our montage video.
http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p...9d&skin_id=601 There's music with the video.
Baby girl is 1 week old today. I’ve been putting off starting our birth story even in the little time that I do have. I want to get it all down, so that I get as many details of it as possible. It’s a lot for me to process. Not very much how I visualized, but it’s our story and I love it. The raw emotion of it overwhelms me every time I think about it and I’ve been wanting to avoid the tears.
I sit here looking at her hiccupping and I can almost feel her in utero hiccups again. There were some sleepy nights were I was on the verge of being slightly annoyed by them and all the head butts to the cervix that sent me running to the bathroom, but I stopped myself every time, because I knew that those times were precious and soon coming to an end. I can’t stop staring at her squishy little bottom during diaper changes. I rub her down with oil, remembering how I used to rub my belly with oil and feel that same squishy little bottom just above my belly button. She forever had it sticking out and rolling around…now the ugly cry begins, snotty nose and all.
Sunday, March 14th- Did lot’s of walking. Early labor started with some intense leg labor. I lost quite a bit of mucus. My midwife, R came that evening to check on me. Per R’s recommendation, we had some shiraz, watched a movie, relaxed and went to bed early in anticipation that you may be making your debut in the next couple of days.
Monday, March 15th. We went to the beach for a walk. Had some pressure waves while out and once we got home, they were a little more intense with the leg labor. R came about 7ish. She checked me and baby’s vitals and all was well. We blew up the pool and she left all of her birthing equipment, so that we wouldn’t have to bother when labor really got underway. The leg labor started subsiding as the pressure waves started becoming more consistent in time and intensity before 10pm. At about 10ish I asked Edward to start timing them because there was no denying that labor had begun. They were average 5-7 minutes apart, about 30 seconds long.
Tuesday, March 16th. About 4am, I was in between sleep and awake when I was rumbled out of bed by a 4.5 earthquake. That’s Cali for ya! From about 2am to 5am waves were 45sec to 1min at 5 minutes apart.
12pm, R called to say she was on her way and the assistant, T would probably make it there before she did. She said to start filling the pool. I suppose it was about 1230 when T got here. They said my breathing and toning was good and did I want to try and get up and try some other positions. I said I needed to get myself together and then get up and get a shower. The shower was nice and I labored a bit on hands and knees in there. I remember Dad sticking his head in there staring at me with the most loving look. I could cry just thinking about it. He kissed me and said I looked so beautiful and I could tell he meant it.
For the next few hours, I labored on the floor and on the ball. I thought that during labor I would want massage, counter pressure, etc. Turns out I hated all that. Your dad touching me and supporting me was fine, but I didn’t want anyone else’s hands on me.
R suggested going for a walk, but after crawling to the door, I decided against it. R had a heart to heart with me at that time. It was like she knew just what I needed. She suggested that everyone leave and Edward and I could stay, lie down and labor together for awhile. I told her I was feeling pressure to hurry up and get the baby out. Nobody had made me feel that way at all, but I was going on about 20 hours labor by then and I started getting the negative nellies. She told me that those thoughts had no place here and I needed to put them out of my head. Everyone, except Grandma, your Dad and I cleared out and Dad and I lay in bed in the dark. He got a nap in and I rested in between waves.
After lying for awhile, I got a jolt of energy and a better attitude. I told Edward to tell everyone to come back, I was ready to get the show on the road! Hand in hand, Dad and I talked to you together and prayed that you would come soon. We told you it was time and we were ready for you and I spoke to God asking him to let it be soon.
I got into the pool again sometime after this. It was nice to be surrounded by the warmth, but I didn’t find it was the natural Mama’s epidural as I had read some say. The waves came over me about the same as when I was out. At some point, R told me to check for your head and I did. I felt a very squishy bag of water and then a bit further was your head. What a feeling that was! I just needed you to move on down and my cervix to continue progressing.
Next we tried walking the stairs in my building along with some homeopathies and tinctures to help me progress. It was beyond difficult to walk up stairs while having a pressure wave, but I knew it was helping. After the stairs, I tried walking and then squatting during waves, rocking on the ball and the pool again. At this point, waves were coming about every 2 minutes. Sometimes it felt as if there was no break in between.
Wednesday, March 17th. About 2am, I got out of the pool again and went to lie down. We lay for about 10 minutes, when 2 waves came over me back to back that was so different from the others. With it came the most visceral sound resonating from deep inside my body. I actually felt you moving down inside me. It was like a huge amount of pressure and energy forcing its way through me. I HAD to get up IMMEDIATELY. I cannot imagine being in a situation where I had to stay in bed.
R and T came walking in upon hearing that wave and asked what I was feeling. I remember during one of our visits, R telling Edward that he was going to hear such a sound come from me and then he would know it was time. Well, now it was time!
Things from this point moved super fast. R told me to check myself and I did. I couldn’t feel the bulgy bag any longer and came out with a finger of blood. I was definitely feeling pushy. For me, it was nothing like I had read though. I thought it would feel kinda like a gag reflex, but down below. It was way more intense than that. It felt like a missile of energy was being pulled from my body. My body was pushing along with it, with or without my consent. My water broke with one of these first couple of pushes and it was 14 minutes from this point that you were born.
I rode the waves…actually I didn’t ride them, I felt like I was jerking around all crazy during them with the pushing reflex. It was just such an odd feeling. I labored clinging on to Edward and even bit him at least twice. So sorry, honey! There was just so much energy moving through my body and I was trying to get a handle on it. I tried different pushing positions as suggested by R. Lying with leg up- horrible. Leaning over bed- noooo. Squatting and hands and knees felt more natural. I started feeling a burning sensation in my vagina. Not the ring of fire I read about, but deeper inside. My body pushed while I was on hands and knees and I instinctually put my hands between my legs. I felt a squishy little top of the head barely poking out. I also felt it slip back inside of me. I reached for R and she said “I know it feels like aliens are taking over your body”. That’s exactly how it felt! I was not in charge of what was going on and I had to find a way to get with the program quickly.
On the next push your head came out. Along with that there was quite a bit of blood. I had a passing thought that the burning I felt may have been a tear high up and that’s what was causing the bleeding. R wanted me to squat with my back toward the bed, so she could get a good look. I asked why, because I didn’t want to have to move from hands and knees. She said she was trying to see where it was coming from. I could tell she was really concerned, so from then on, I just moved without asking questions. Things get kinda hazy here, but I remember your Dad helping me get to different positions as R told me to move around.
Next thing I remember is being told to go back to hands and knees and “push my baby out”. I pushed as best I could without a wave forcing me to. It’s such a different feeling to push without it. I kept pushing and I faintly heard R say calmly to T, “I have a shoulder” meaning your shoulder was stuck. I was told later that your heart rate had also dipped down to 60. She then told Toy to call 911. For some reason I wasn’t worried. I never thought that you wouldn’t be born perfectly. She then told me to stand up and push. Dad lifted me up and began saying “K push her out. She needs to come out”! I could hear the urgency in his voice and I pushed with absolutely everything I had. Later on the video, I heard your Aunt S saying “Sis, push”! She told me later that she was thinking I was too tired to push you out at that point. I didn’t feel tired at all though, a boundless amount of energy had come over me and I knew I had to get you out right then.
I pushed and pushed until I heard you crying. R said “grab your baby” and handed you to me through my legs. Because of the way your dad was holding me up, our arms and you wound up all tangled together. Oh man, I was in heaven looking at you screaming your little head off! When I visualized my birth, I always imagined you would come out so calmly, not crying. What a beautiful sound those lungs made. I was helped up onto the bed where we lay all warm and slippery, loving up on each other. You quieted down and we stared at each other. Wow, here is my Miakoda, the one who I’ve been creating inside of me for all of these months. Wow. You were born at 250am, after 31 hours of labor.
The paramedics arrived downstairs, but we didn’t need them at all. Thank God. Aunt T went and told them that Mama and baby were fine.
The midwives tucked us all into bed, cleaned up and left, locking the door behind them. It’s hard to describe what I was feeling, laying there with your dad in our own bed, in our own home with you healthy by our side. I can’t imagine birthing you any other way then in our home. Our birth story had been told and there we were a newborn baby and newborn Mama in heaven.
Edited by cocoanib - 12/4/12 at 4:21pm