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October 2nd, 11 days 'overdue' and feeling slightly frustrated that I'm still pregnant, I finally decide to post something on the MDC forum...just a quick note because I need encouragement and reassurance. The wonderful women that responded lifted my spirits and reminded me that babies will come when they are ready.
My DH and I came to the decision to UC quite unexpectedly. A newly pregnant friend of mine expressed to me how limited her options were for giving birth in the new town they were living in. Because her labours in the past had been fast and her husband almost had to catch the baby anyway, I suggested looking into unassisted childbirth, something I'd just read about. At this point, I was 5 months pregnant and planning a homebirth with midwives. After telling my friend about the option to UC, I realized that's what I wanted!
DH agreed, but only if I would continue seeing the midwife for minimal prenatal care...just in case I ended up wanting to call them in labour.
Back to October 2nd. It's 8.30pm, our 2yr old DD is in bed and DH and I have some intimate time. I hop on the internet (to check facebook of course!) and end up having a long conversation with a friend who gave birth in water 5 months ago. 9.30pm I decide I should retire to bed.
10.15pm and I have a contraction that feels like menstrual cramping. Nothing new...been having these for the last few weeks. I dismiss it and continue writing in my journal. The contractions become more frequent, and suddenly I'm breaking inbetween writing to assume a hands and knees position on the bed during contractions. I felt so relaxed - this isn't labour!
10.45pm and something runs out between my legs during a contraction. Is that my water breaking? It wasn't much...maybe I peed because I am so relaxed? I get up and inform DH...he jumps up from working and rolls the kiddie pool into the living room. He might as well fill it up, even if this isn't the real deal, I wouldn't mind hanging out in there!
I retreat back to our bedroom while he fills the pool and spend some time praying and talking with God. I feel so relaxed and at peace. Then I realize this is really labour. I begin to vocalize now, letting out long, low 'mooing' sounds and swaying my hips rhythmically. So glad I am alone...
The pool is full with as much hot water as our tank will provide! I get a little worried that I'm not in active labour yet...walking around the kitchen leaning over a chair during contractions, they become noticeably more intense. I don't care how dilated I am, the pool is calling.
Sweet relief! And then the most intense contraction yet! I'm torn...stay in and let things progress, or get out and lumbar around some more? It's 11.45 now. There's something holding me back from being completely unhindered. I tell DH to call our friend to come and pick up DD. 2 minutes later he is here; DH hands off our sleeping daughter and they're gone into the night. I held off all contractions until they left. 12am and things intensify again. I am moaning rather loud...DH is sitting behind me in a chair doing sudoko puzzles (and yawning occasionally - which is driving me insane!!). I pray and ask God for a little break. He provides and I fall asleep between contractions.
I'm on my knees with my arms draped over the side of the pool...my moaning is ending with high pitched sounds that tell me I'm losing control. I pray quickly for strength to submit to the power of my body. Was this transition? Can I manage pain any more intense? Apparently yes...
I roll onto my back with my legs spread open and a contraction hits that moves the baby down into the birth canal. I think, 'this isn't the optimal position! I need to be upright to use gravity!' My intuition rules out and I stay how I am only to feel my body involuntarily push - and my bag of water gushes out into the pool. Blood is everywhere and I know it's time to deliver the wee one.
Wait! I can't be pushing yet! I haven't even started timing contractions...
I try not to push...I pant...my body gears up with the next contraction and again, involuntarily pushes so hard I find myself squatting and biting the pool edge while screaming. I look up to see my DH in front of me; my eyes are searching his, trying to tell him that I am terrified and my body feels like it's being ripped apart...no words leave my mouth though. The pain is so intense...I might be dying. Then a break.
A good minute or two. I contemplate my options. I can suck this baby back up and stay pregnant, or get on with this and meet my baby. I manage 2 words to Brian - 'other side!'. He quickly moves behind me (still not in the pool though) as I have another contraction. It causes me to push so hard that DH literally sees hemmorhoids appear on my bottom! I feel something bulging in my vagina. What is this? It's squishy...too squishy, but my water already broke didn't it? My body gives a 4th push and I feel the baby crowning (Brian said the amniotic sac burst out of me at that point). The pain is crazy intense; I feel with my hand and it stings my perineum so I quikly remove it. I give a big push and the baby is out to the nose. I yell out, 'get your hands off of me!' Brian says he isn't touching me...but informs me of the baby's progress and it gives me just enough encouragement to continue. I push once more and feel instant relief as the rest of her head, and body are born. Brian scoops her up and I quickly lift my leg and turn over to receiver her.
It's a girl! We were sure it'd be a boy! The cord had already stopped pulsating and was quite white and limp. We wait to cut it and just enjoy our new baby girl, trying to get the mucous out of her. So alert and active, looking around at everything, no interest in nursing. Her little skin is cracked and dry...testament to her 'lateness' I guess! What time is it?! 2.10am...a short 4 hour labour (compared to the 26hr labour with DD!).
We cut the cord and I climb out of the pool to deliver the placenta on the floor. It's big and beautiful - I take the sewing scissors and cut a piece off to eat, to help slow the bleeding. Then take some Shepard's Purse and climb into bed to relax a bit. I want to shower, but am so shaky that I decide to take some Rescue Remedy and lay down for awhile.
The most amazing experience I have ever had. Wouldn't change anything about it. It was empowering, fabulous, God-filled and completely natural. UC was the best decision for this birth and I'm so glad I was able to witness the unhindered power of my body doing the work it was made to do!
Wow. Sorry this ended up so long! And I thought there wouldn't be much to write...