Griffin Ranger G******, born at home, unassisted, in the water at 3am, May 28th. He is 21inches and 11lbs 10oz (yes you did read that right LOL)
Thursday, I was officially 1 week overdue. Went that morning for my weekly chiropractic adjustment and she really worked on my lower back and then saw that I was lopsided so she gently massaged me and got the baby scooted over more aligned. I was STARVING all day, which was wierd because I couldn't eat very much without getting really bad reflux. I ate 2 bagels with cream cheese, a yogurt, a banana, a HUGE bowl of Raisin Bran cereal, and then an egg/chicken breakfast burrito from Chik-fil-a, one of those monsterous Qdoba chicken burritos for lunch. I was eating like a maniac. At dinnertime, I wasn't feeling very good. Felt like indigestion and I figured I just wasn't hungry cuz I had chowed down all day. I tried to eat a bit of spaghetti but it just wasn't working for me. At 8pm, I was so tired I couldn't keep my eyes open so I went and slept until about 9:30. Was having reflux so I got up and decided to watch SYTYCD. During the show i was having BH, which was such a normal occurance these days but the pain was in a different spot. I laughed and told Jeremy that maybe I was going into labor. We went to bed at 10:30 and the cx completely stopped....as usual.
At exactly midnight, I woke up feeling a big gush and sure enough I was soaked. Jeremy got me a towel and i waddled and leaked to the bathroom. The fluid was so neat. It was really warm, and thick and smelled really sweet. It had little bits of vernix in it and I felt so connected to my baby thinking these little bits were on his skin and that he is coming today! I started shaking and felt really cold so I called my MW to report the broken water and went back to bed and snuggled up with Jeremy. At this point, I was getting up every 10 mins because I needed to use the bathroom and my stomach felt queasy. I decided maybe I should eat something and went to make myself PB toast and post on FB that my water broke. This was like 1:30. I called my MW to let her know that cx had begun but I wasn't really sure about them. She asked if I wanted them to come now or if I wanted to call them back when I was ready. I said we'd call back, these were still quite manageable. They were seriously like 2-3 mins apart from the very beginning and they HURT but were only 30 seconds long. (these are approx cuz we didn't actually time them). I went to try and eat my toast, but instead i started throwing up. I told Jeremy to fill the birth tub.
At this point I am moaning and swaying and moving and walking and they are hard, still 2-3 mins apart, maybe 45 secs long. Every cx I said "here comes another one....OPEN OPEN OPEN...these are FREAKIN AWESOME" and Jeremy would laugh at my sarcasm dripping through when i was trying to be Miss Positive Affirmations. I was feeling a lot of them in my back at first, so I was on my hands and knees or leaning forward a lot. It just really felt like the most natural and comfortable thing.
I told Jeremy I was in transition. He didn't believe me. He said that I was still too lucid and talkative and directive. Move your hands here. Stand like this. Push harder on my hips. Don't touch my back! Get some towels. Don't forget to switch the baby monitors (we moved Hudson to another room). You need the plastic liner to put under the sheet on the bed...etc etc. He asked if I wanted him to figure out if I was dilated and I was like sure! But everytime I tried to lay down, another cx would hit me fast and furious. At this point for every cx I was grabbing him from where ever he had gone to try and prepare things and using him as a support post. My favored position was with my back to him, his arms under my armpits supporting my weight while I bent down and kinda hung off him, swaying and moaning and pushing my lower back against him. I asked him if the tub was ready and it had just finished. I told him I was feeling the slightest bit pushy with each cx. I could feel the endorphins kick in, I felt sleepy and otherworldly in between the waves. I knew it was getting close, but was worried that maybe I wasn't. The next few cx in the tub I cried and I said I can't do this, and I knew that was the sign for being in transition but I was worried it was a sign that I was a wimp. I yelled "IT HURTS, IT HUUUUURRRRRRTS" and told Jeremy not to just stand there staring at me DO SOMETHING, TOUCH ME. I think that flipped a light on and he was back to his very supportive self, telling me soothing words and trying to use counterpressure on my hips. Getting in the tub made it more intense at first.
He left to call the MW's and I started repeating to myself that I am strong. I can do this. I am strong. I am strong. I was on my knees with my arms draped over the tub wall. A cold wash cloth on my head that I tossed halfway across the room when each cx started. I was sipping cold water. When the next cx hit, I didn't moan, or shake my arms or shallow my breaths or let it take me beyond control. It hurt so much but I breathed and I swayed. I did this for 3 cx in a row and Jeremy was like "um are you still contracting? OMG. Really??" I could feel myself wanting to freak out, wanting to moan and shake but instead I breathed deeper and could feel the muscles tightening in waves. It was really cool (in retrospect LOL) at the end my body would push just a bit and it would hurt. I knew I wasn't ready to push yet, it felt like it did when I had a cervical lip...like just slightly pushy but not full on.
It was such a big difference in how I handled these cx, normally I would try to get away from them, push the energy out somewhere (vocally or physically or something) but these ones I just let them be. It was the hardest and most rewarding thing I've ever done. i've never felt so powerful at any other moment in my life than when I accepted the pain and didn't try to be the victim of it.
When the 4th cx came in the tub, I sat back on my heels and WHAM my body started pushing. I reached down and felt his head coming out. Jeremy was saying "nice and easy, is he coming out?" I tried to nod yes, but it was more of a grunt. He was coming fast, so I started blowing out of my mouth "pwah pwah pwah". Then I looked up at Jeremy and said "his head is all the way out, do you want to come over here and help me or what?" Jeremy laughed and put his hands down to the babies head. I felt the baby rotate and on the next cx I realized he was big. I cocked my right leg up, shifted my hips and pushed hard. The shoulder sliding under my pubic bone hurt (I have been having issues with that area the whole prg). Out he popped, Jeremy slide him under my legs and I sat back and held him. We cried and laughed. It was 3am, Jeremy called the MW, she was still 20 mins out.
Griffin started crying and pinking up nicely, I had a cx and my placenta popped out but the membranes stayed in. I was a little worried about it but when i stood up to get out of the tub, it all fell out. Madelyn came in to meet her baby brother and was very cute and excited. Our MW showed up with a police escort LOL She got pulled over and he followed her here, but he only helped bring her bag in the foyer and left.
Because of his size and my prediabetic issues we are concerned about his sugars. He is nursing a lot, thankfully Hudson helped give me a good amount of colostrum to give him.
I have a tiny tear that doesn't need a stitch or anything, it should heal up together nicely. I am feeling pretty good, sore, my back hurts a lot and walking sucks with no core muscle support.
Anyway, I think that's it! It was everything I've ever hoped for. At night, kids were all sleeping, it was short, my first waterbirth, it was unassisted. It was awesome. I am strong.
Griffin is so so so soft. His skin is like silk. Soft and chubby. He is so sweet and he's been pretty sleepy so far. And afterpains are HORRIBLE.
thanks for reading!!!
~ Dana ~ Mommy to Madelyn, Jonas & Hudson & wee one #4 due late Spring!!!