Join Date: Jun 2004
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This is going to b slow going as I have my little one in my arms. I will try to keep the grammer errors down to a minimum.
It first started out five days ago. I started having contractions. I got excited, but not too excited because they weren't regular. I learned I think the next day that it was prodromal labor. My mother went through this with me for ten days and today I found out that her mother went through it with her for eight days...guess it;s genetic. So anyways, I did not get much to eat or much sleep those four days and by the time I realized I was in active labor around 9 pm last night I was a wreck to say the least.
I had Chris time five of my contractions and they were averaging 2 1/2 minutes of contracting with 5 minutes in between. We called Audrey who said to time them for an hour and then to call back. They rapidly progressed to 3 minutes, then 4 minutes, and finally six minutes with about 3 minutes in between. We called Audrey back and she left immediately. Chris started filling up the birthing pool, but we discovered that the faucet was installed incorrectly in our new guest bath and water was pouring all over the place...leaked into the basement too :/ So Chris had to make an emergency run to hell mart to get a longer hose so it would reach the pool from the kitchen. It took forever to fill the thing and I ended up getting in it half full. While we were waiting for Audrey to arrive I labored on my ball and tried to get some rest. Audrey checked me when she got to the house and I was 5 cm!!!! Woohoo...things were finally moving!!!
She called her assistant Lisa who headed over and she gave me a massage while I labored and waited for the pool to fill. I got into pool around 12:30 and spent some time laboring in the warm water. That felt great but the warm water drained me of my remaining energy and I started having a hard time dealing with the contractions. I was utterly and totally exhausted when Lisa arrived I was ready to give up and go to the hospital. Audrey was exhausted too because she'd been up with her kids who were sick with the flu for days. So she went and laid down and Lisa took ne to my bed and rubbed my back through the contractions and helped me to get an hour of sleep. I can honestly say that I would not have had my natural homebirth if it hadn't been for Lisa.
My water broke around 6 am. It felt like the baby kicked me and it just gushed out. That's when things started moving. Audrey woke up and Chris ran to get coffee. My contrx were definitely different after my water broke and I started to vocalize through the worst of them. I felt the urge to push around 8:30 but I was only 8 cm dilated. I got into the shower and Chris rubbed my back while I moaned and gently pushed. When I got out after 5 or so minutes I was 9 cm and there was a small cervical lip. I labored on all fours for a little while and that took care of the lip.
Pushing was the most difficult thing in the world. Whoever says it feels almost good to push must have been on some strong drugs brcause it was so HARD!!! I tried every position I could think of and ended up on my side for the longest time. I got up to move into a new position and I was on my knees when I had to PUSH! NOW! He was born about ten minutes later. It was very difficult pushing him out. I got his big ole melon (just like dad) out and fought to get his shoulders out. Now THAT hurt! I'd thought the head was the worst part, and I spent the last of my energy on it. Audrey almost had to pull the rest of him out, but the body was the most heavinly sensation to birth.
I took about 30 minutes for me to deliver the placenta and I did loose some blood, but a shot of pitocin and a mouthful of a homeopathic medicine kicked up one last contraction and it finally came out. I bled a little more and then it was all over! Although it is not an experience I wish to repeat any time soon, I will say that it was worth every ounce of pain when I saw my liitle boy open his eyes and look right at me. He's everything that is wonderful and I feel so humbled every time I look at him.
Oh and I feel like I was hit by a Mack truck between my legs even though I didn't have any tearing. I'm scared to look!
Monica - single mama to DS and DD