I threw up twice...my midwife arrived and said that she sees alot of centimeters disappear with vomiting. In a strange way this comforts me. I sat on my birth ball and swayed slightly almost the entire time. I took a few contractions on hands and knees, but the ball by far was most comfortable for me.
I remember that vocalizing through the intense contractions helped tremendously. I breathed out, and just let the air pass over my vocal cords without me holding it back. It was kind of a low moaning sound. My midwife gently reminds me to direct my sounds down low, towards my bottom. I feel my cervix melting away like butter.
I was sitting on the ball, and I remember my birth attendants literally sitting on the floor at my feet, ready and waiting to help me in any way. I remember feeling so touched by this, even during my labor. I felt the thousands upon thousands of women who labored in this way for thousands of years, all sitting with me, smiling. It gives me chills even to write this now.
After what seems like no time at all, a very overwhelming contraction comes over me and my body starts to bear down. I told my midwife "I think I'm pushing..." She smiled and said, "I think you're right." They moved me to my couch, (since we were in the living room already) which someone had prepared quickly, and I experienced another uber-contraction. This unnerves me a little, and I am frightened at the prospect of pushing. The experience was so difficult and disappointing with my first. She checked me and my cervix was gone. I pushed with the next contraction, and felt my baby move down several inches. I told her again that I was afraid. She said "don't be...you don't even have to push, your body will do it, Sarah. Don't be afraid." This was all I needed. Two more contractions, and I was holding my baby girl in my arms. She was born in the caul (the sack of waters) still intact, which everyone told me was a good omen.
She is so beautiful, and so much more than I could ever ask for. In all my labor was 4 hours and 45 minutes. I didn't tear at all, not even a skidmark. A far cry from the 19.5 hour birth of my son! And such a different, healing experience. No hospital, ticking time clock, augmentation, football/purple faced pushing for two hours, 45 minutes of stitching up a third degree tear afterwards. I feel like I took my body's right to birth back. Giving birth in this way was the single most gratifying, rewarding thing that I have ever done. I am still thanking God every minute and wondering if this is all real!
Here is a montage of Zoey's birth that I wanted to share. Peace and strength to all!
Here it is.
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Really, it was beautiful- the story, the slideshow, your daughter- everything! I have a slideshow planned for when mine decides to arrive, as well. Thank you so much for sharing yours!
My kiddos and I love watching these baby birth montages. My 4.5 asked if the feathered "tickled the baby" and then begged me to play it again.
Best wishes to you and your beautiful family.
Could you share what song you used in the montage? It's just perfect.
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Kristen mama to Chris(15), Kaitlyn(10), TJ(8) and Natalie(5) & Emily(2)
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expecting the surprise of our lives Fall 2012!