I'll try again with photos but in a different comment so they don't wipe the text out again.
This will be long...
Sunday my inlaws came to take us out to dinner for my birthday and I stuffed myself- ate a huge free range burger and fries and then had frozen custard with the kids after. All day (as usual) I was having irregular contractions but nothing out of the pattern of the last four weeks. The only thing different about the day is the my body was so so swollen it was painful to walk and my hands didn't work very well.
I went to bed at 1:00 am after watching a movie and knitting a diaper cover, my husband looked at the finished diaper cover, put it in the cosleeper and said 'great, lets manifest a baby'. To which I rolled my eyes because...as if...I already would have.
At 1:30 I woke to the sound and sensation of a snap followed immediately by a very nervy contraction. Figuring it was my water breaking I waited for the gush but there was none. So I went to the bathhouse (separate building from out yurt) to shower and see what happened. I had three or four big contractions in the shower but total peace between, no bloody show, no plug etc. but I called my husband and told him I thought this was it- in my mind I was still a little confused as to whether it was or not. (It's worth noting here that denial is a powerful force) he immediately asked if it was time to call the midwives and when I said 'I'm not sure' he went ahead and called anyway. I heard him tell our midwife 'we are having a baby' and thought to myself that that was too strong of wording, 'maybe' would have been the word I used, while gripping the sink and swaying. Maybe. It was 1:55 am. (it's also worth noting that with my last birth I told the same midwife I didn't think I needed anyone there yet ad my daughter was born 20 minutes later)
He called the birth assistant (former CNM who was in practice for 20 years) and I followed him to say I was worried it was just gas or something, again while gripping the sink and swaying and breathing hard. He laughed and I said no really, I don't want them to come out on a false alarm. He said something about that's why we pay them but I don't remember because I was having another contraction.
I got on my bed and leaned over a birth ball on hands and knees, tried to time contractions on my phone but lost the ability-the last one I recorded was at 2:23 am.
The birth assistant arrived and when she came in I heard her say somethin about being sorry to miss seeing the other midwife catching this baby, I heard her putting gloves on and vaguely wondered why she was being so assertive, and just then my body started pushing and my sense of timing went out the window.
My water broke all over the place on the second push, I could feel his head descending big time, and I *knew* he had a hand along with his head because it was so much harder to move than my last birth. I remember the birth assistant trying to make her way through the now soaking fabric of my skirt and saying 'we have a head' and then she reached in and pulled his arm out so his head could be born. Our other children had woken up and were watching as I roared the rest of him out. There was lots of roaring. I have never been happier to be finished with something in all my life. I turned onto my back and my son was in my arms. Best feeling ever. What a relief. 2:37 am. Our midwife arrived ten minutes later.
He has some bruising on his head and nose and his eyes are still swollen and he has some hemmoraged blood vessels in his eyes from his quick passage. Definitely the by products of a fast birth, my daughter had the same with her 45min birth. My milk came in today.
He nurses constantly, is bald as a coot and looks just like my other son. His cloth diapers are ridiculously large on him so I have been leaving him naked until the breast milk poops start, it's around 90 in our house anyway- too hot for diapers or clothes.
Physically the fast birth is nice because I didn't get totally exhausted with over night labor on 15 minutes of sleep. But. The blasting 14.5" head plus a hand through the birth canal has made walking really hard and I need my hiking poles or another person to get to the bathhouse and back. I have a tiny tear that I won't stitch and 'crop' of lovely hemorrhoids but other than that- nothing much there to complain about- other than the can't walk thing.
I'm so glad he is out. So so glad.