Four months later after a missed period, I tested positive on a pregnancy test. After a single visit to a hospital midwife, we went through the remainder of the pregnancy unassisted. My UP routine wasn't anything special. I ate healthy and exercised moderately. When I felt faint or dizzy, my husband checked my blood pressure. I checked my protein and sugar levels approximately twice a month (not on any kind of schedule. Just whenever I was in the bathroom anyway and thought of it). We "attended" childbirth classes via Google Hangouts with an UC-specific instructor. She was absolutely wonderful!
I woke up at 0530 on 18 December. When I timed the contractions, they were 1.5 minutes apart. My "perch" for the first 15 minutes of labor was the toilet with the lid down. I rocked back and forth while moaning an "oooo" sound. I woke my husband up around 0545 (he wasn't really awake for another 30 minutes). I moved from the bathroom to my vanity stool in the bedroom and continued to rock and moan (I'm thinking the rocking helped move Piper down). I first requested my husband bring a full gallon of water into the bedroom. I sipped throughout labor. So refreshing! I also requested my fluffy throw, as I switched from hot to cold several times. A few times, I had my husband apply counter pressure to my back. Around 0710, I started screaming through contractions. I begged my husband to take me to the hospital to get morphine again. Fortunately, my husband recognized that I was going through transition and didn't really mean what I was saying. He told me I was strong and beautiful and that he believed in me and my body's ability to birth autonomously. Additionally, to help with the pain, he filled our crockpot with water, plugged it up in the bedroom and added 4 drops of lavender essential oil. He also applied diluted clary sage to my ankles and put my slippers on my feet. Almost immediately, my confidence returned and the pain dulled somewhat. 20 minutes later, I had the all too familiar feeling like I needed to go to the bathroom. To confirm my suspicions that Piper was ready to come out, I stood and pushed a little. I felt her crown. I yelled for my husband to throw a few chux pads on the floor. I got down on my hands and knees and pushed with the next contraction, revealing half her and breaking my waters. I pushed once again, and she slipped out into my husband's arms. 6lbs, 12oz. She immediately pinked up and belted out a strong cry. I didn't tear at all. I flipped over and held Piper to my chest as I waited for the placenta. When the after pains became too much to bear, I handed her to my husband. The placenta came out around 0800, 30 minutes after Piper.
We had planned a lotus birth, so we drained and wrapped the placenta. After 14 hours, we decided to cut the cord. The cord had shriveled to only a centimeter in diameter, and we feel she greatly benefited from the extended delayed cord clamping. She is now almost 2 weeks old, and she hasn't lost an ounce.
My relationship with my first child was damaged by western medecine. By believing in my amazing God-given abilities, I have been healed. I feel I can be a better mother to both my children.