I've never written any of my birth stories, as I usually recount them orally for my family and circle of friends. So bear with my less than eloquent telling of events.
At nine days overdue I had a prenatal appointment. We stretched my membranes and noted the baby was anterior and at a loose -3. I measured 42 weeks and I was growing concerned baby was going to be large. I went ahead and decided to have the midwives come back the next morning to break my membranes and get labor started. This has worked in the past.
Midwives arrived in the morning and check me to see if I made any progress overnight with dilating. I had not. The baby was higher, posterior and the midwife could feel a hand by baby's face. We leave my husband at home with the kids and the midwives and I went out to lunch. We come back and we recheck to see if baby had moved anterior. It had, so we break my water at 330.
Contractions start right away but not intense. I decide to get in the shower for a while. Around 530 I wanted to get out because I felt like contractions were not picking up fast enough. As soon as I got out, they intensified and moved closer together.
This is where I lost track of time. I decided instead of laboring on my bed I wanted to labor on the toilet. So I sat backwards on the toilet with my head resting on a pillow that I put on the back of the tank. I moved into transition after only maybe three or four contractions. I went through transition in that same position on the toilet for I don't know how long. I was getting a very mild urge to push so my Midwife checked me. In my other labors, as soon as hit 10 cm, I have an unstoppable and extremely strong urge to push. So the mild urge to push was not a normal thing for me.
I was dilated to nine, but with a swollen lip on one side. No pushing for me, we have to wait for the swelling to recede. It took many many contractions for this to happen. The lip would not go away. At one point I told the midwives I needed to transport to the hospital. Baby was doing fine, but I said something is making me uneasy. No time to transport, because seemingly magically I got a strong urge to push. My midwife checked me. The stubborn lip was gone. Baby was out in two pushes. The time was 1046. I had never felt so relieved in my entire life.
As soon as we saw the baby, we knew why my cervix had swollen. His head was enormous. 15.5 inches. Beautiful, perfect and enormous. Which was also true of my placenta. Placentas are cool. And amazingly, I only had the slightest tear, which I did opt to have the midwife stitch.
So, no, my birth was not peaceful, but I am not traumatized either. I endured lots of ouch, and my son is the perfect reward to all that hard work. I love him.
Last edited by mamaBlue; 08-06-2014 at 12:44 PM.