Here is the cut and paste of the birth story that I posted on Facebook. :-)
Faythe made her debut this morning at 6:28am in the back of a friend's car on our way to the hospital.
For the last three pregnancies, I've planned to homebirth unassisted (without midwife or other medical personnel). The last two didn't end up working out that way, but I didn't give up hope, and tried again. I've encountered a lot of opposition from un/mis-informed people, especially since moving to the south. Apparently homebirthing is something most people around here have never heard of.
Last Friday I was pretty sure I was going into labor, and called up my labor support person to come over, this had already been planned out for several weeks. She never showed up, but firetruck, ambulance, and multiple police cruisers did! Ever heard of adrenaline stalling labor? It does! I was able to stand there and honestly tell them all that, no, I'm not in labor. :-P Because the whole damn situation had stopped it flat out cold. The officers were very clear with us, that they understood that homebirthing was legal, that they were only there to offer us help if we wanted it.
Okay, so back to this morning. I labored through the night, until I was so exhausted, and the contractions were SO bad and right on top of each other, and I couldn't take it anymore. I'd just checked my cervix and was still at a 4 or so. I was discouraged, not dealing with the pain at all, screaming through each contraction, and repeating, "I can't do this! I can't do this!" as well as vomiting after each contraction. In tears, feeling like a failure, and dreading the coming c-section, I asked Cory to call our friend for a ride to the hospital. I wanted to go to the hospital in the next town over, so we couldn't just call 911 to take us. Well, less than 45 minutes after that 4cm cervical check that had me so discouraged, minutes from the hospital, in the back of a moving car, I pushed 3 times and had her in my arms! Between the 2nd and 3rd pushes, Cory realized what was going on and jumped from the front seat to the back in time to help deliver the rest of her body (her head was already out). At that point, with a screaming healthy baby, I saw no point in continuing to the hospital, and convinced our reluctant friend to turn around and take us back home, where we spent the rest of the day enjoying our new little addition!
We did it, Faythe! We had our UVBA2C!!! (UVBA2C = Unassisted Vaginal Birth After 2 C-sections) For those of you that don't know, I couldn't have had a vaginal birth in a hospital here, once a c-section, always a c-section.
Then, tonight, there's a knock on the bedroom window, I could see a shadow, but no more. "Police" was the answer when I asked who it was, and EMS with them. Great. Who called them this time? Turned out to be a neighbor I'd visited briefly with earlier in the afternoon. After checking out my completely healthy robust newborn, they expressed how impressed they were, admitted that they had absolutely no legal basis to even be here (thank you!) and offered their congrats and left. We assured them that she would be seen by a pediatrcian as soon as possible, probably before the end of the week. We will know then what she weighs, and her length, but I'm estimating 19 inches and around 6 pounds.
While I do try to appreciate people's concern for Faythe and me, I would really rather people figure out what is their business to stick their noses in, and what's not. The girl who called 911 on Friday was someone who had appeared for weeks before that to be okay with and supportive of the whole thing. The girl who called today, had seen Faythe up close not an hour before (didn't hold her, but saw she was healthy). I'm sorry, I don't care if you agree with homebirthing or not, or haven't ever heard of it before, or whatever, if it's obvious that the mom and baby are healthy and fine, why interfere?!
Edited by Kharma1182 - 1/21/14 at 8:37am