...I want to read about some awesome mama-power in childbirth! Please, share something moving, encouraging, or otherwise positive about your own childbirth (or someone else's). I just hope to have some positive things to think about to distract me, and I'm sure it will help expectant mamas, too!
Surviving sleep deprivation one day at a time with dd (Oct '11) & ds (Oct '08).
Jen, journalist, policy wonk, and formerly a proud single mama to my sweet little man Cyrus, born at home Dec. 2007 . Now married to my Incredibly Nice Guy and new mama to baby Arthur.
In the meantime, my midwife was filling up the birth tub (next to my rocking chair). When it finally looked full enough to be comfortable, I put down my book and climbed in. I remember thinking it was nice to have a longer break between the waves. Right after that, I noticed the feeling of pressure as my baby descended into the birth canal. When she turned under my pubic arch I experienced a completely automatic pushing reflex. Four minutes later she was in my arms. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I had an amazingly comfortable birth and that wonderful post-birth high. I felt like I could do anything because I was an awesome, powerful birthing goddess.
You might enjoy reading the stories archived here.
Homeschooling Mom of 5 dds
Planning my fifth natural birth using Hypnobabies for baby boy coming in June 2012!
Mama to P. born at home 10/09, and W. born in the hospital 2/13
My first dd was born at 29 weeks and weighed 1 lb 13 oz. I was really sick and don't remember much about the whole day, but I still can clearly remember her giving out the tiny, sqeaky like cry. And then the dr made sure that I got to touch and kiss her before she had to go to the NICU. Those memories still bring tears to my eyes.
With dd2, I was also having health issues, so I had another c-section at 37 weeks. She didn't cry right after birth, just looked around. When the dr held her up for me to see, our eyes met, and it was like she was saying "Hi Mom!"
Now, this was the best part for me: after I pushed DD's head out and I rested for the final contraction to push her body out, I felt her shoulders turn. That was the best part. It was that instant that I fell completely in love with her. I was overwhelmed at the feeling that she and I were doing it together; I could feel her humanity in that gesture. What I'm trying to express is that it wasn't (at least completely) MY body that turned her, I could feel her doing that movement herself. I tried to express it to everyone there (DH, midwife, assistant, my mom) but they kind of just laughed and didn't know what it meant for me. It didn't matter, I was head over heels. I pushed DD out in the next contraction.
I think DH was also having his own experience at the same time, though. He vividly remembers when I pushed DD's head out and her eyes were blinking up at him (I was on hands and knees in a birthing pool). He was also struck that DD was already a complete human, not - I don't know, not a blank slate, I guess. She was already herself, young of course, but a conscious human being.
Homeschooling mama to 6 year old DD.
but it was ver beautiful and intimate, the lights were off, everyone was very quiete (except for me), i walked, danced, cuddled with my husband and so on...
and then my favorite part about actualy delivery is how alert my son was when he (finally) came out... when the nurse put him on my chest, he had his eyes closed, and i held him and said "you are finally here!" and he just opened his eyes and looked at me very inquisitively as if saying "oh, there you are, i was wondering what you were gonna look like" ... and then my husband said something, and our son turned his head and looked at him "oh, you are here too, father!".
It was very zen. Yes, there was still pain, and lots of it, but I wasn't letting it bother me anymore. I stopped screaming and clenching, and I just closed my eyes and hummed.
My doula actually thought my labor had slowed and lessened considerably, (and I was met with insults when I told her I was ready to push).. until I raised my hips up out of the water to show her that my daughter was crowning.
The doctor (homebirthing MD) barely made it to my house in time, my daughter's head was already almost out.
Well, or maybe my favorite was her emergence.. I had my hands down over her head as it came, and I felt her every feature as she was finally born into my hands. That was phenomenal, too.
The first midwife/doctor's assistant who came out was a pain to deal with, and my doula seemed more interested in her experience than mine (in addition to not listening to me about anything, she also made it clear that she didn't like my taste in music, and she kept taking out my CDs and replacing them with hers ), but none of that could change the magic and power that was going through my body. It was the best day ever (so far ).
9yo and brand new as of 4/28/10!
With my last birth, although it didn't end as I wanted it and the labor was 2 days, I was so happy with how peaceful I was able to labor up until pushing. I was able to breathe and relax, even during transition. I was so proud of myself for how well I could handle labor (though I also credit my midwife and her awesome soft tub for helping lol).
Also, I remember clearly the look on our son's face when he emerged. His cord was very short, so I held him under his arms and let him sit on my belly as my husband and I talked to him and the cord pulsed. As soon as he heard our voices, his little brow wrinkled in concentration as he peered from his daddy's face to mine and he just so clearly KNEW us and was as fascinated to see us as we were to see him. There were 5 other people in the room, and he didn't have any interest in anyone else.
1) When after 18 hours of labor my super wonderful doctor came into my darkened room and slow danced through a contraction with me, while whispering in my ear "You're so strong". Even though it was 8 hours after her shift had ended, she'd stayed to see me through the birth.
2) When DD came out, they put her right on my belly and she immediately started crawling her way up towards my breast. My doula gently lifted her up and DD latched right on and breathed this sigh of relief, almost like she was saying "That's the stuff!".