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I know I'm mostly a lurker here, but I wanted to share my birth story. It's a good thing we had planned a homebirth, because that's what we were going to get, no matter what.
We had an appointment with the midwife for Friday afternoon to make sure we had all the supplies in the right place. Our plan was to gather everything together and buy some of the last things on Friday morning (we had been snowed in all week). I was 37 weeks pregnant.
On Thursday night, I woke up around 11:30 with a bad stomach ache. I went to the bathroom but that didn't really help. The stomach ache was getting worse -- by midnight it was excruciating. I threw up and thought it weird that that didn't help. I "knew" that it couldn't be labor because everyone knows that contractions start out mild and then build up -- and this pain, whatever it was, had started out 10 on a scale of 10.
At 12:30, DH insisted on calling the midwives because clearly something was wrong. She pointed out that I was probably in labor. I said no way, since there was no way that I could endure this pain for the next 20 hours (the length of my dd's birth). She said they were on their way.
Around 1, I felt an urge to push. I still believed that I just had to poop, but I just couldn't get out of my position on hands and knees on the bed and I decided that I would just go to the bathroom in that position. About 10 minutes later, still to my surprise (okay, I wasn't thinking rationally) a baby plopped out onto the bed! Luckily, DH had the presence of mind to pick him up, wrap him in a blanket, and hand him to me. The midwives arrived about 10 minutes later, just in time to help deliver the afterbirth.
DH found the whole thing traumatizing, I thought it was empowering. Although the comments about how DH "did it all" from our families is a little annoying -- hello, I think I had something to do with it.
Thanks for reading!
We had an appointment with the midwife for Friday afternoon to make sure we had all the supplies in the right place. Our plan was to gather everything together and buy some of the last things on Friday morning (we had been snowed in all week). I was 37 weeks pregnant.
On Thursday night, I woke up around 11:30 with a bad stomach ache. I went to the bathroom but that didn't really help. The stomach ache was getting worse -- by midnight it was excruciating. I threw up and thought it weird that that didn't help. I "knew" that it couldn't be labor because everyone knows that contractions start out mild and then build up -- and this pain, whatever it was, had started out 10 on a scale of 10.
At 12:30, DH insisted on calling the midwives because clearly something was wrong. She pointed out that I was probably in labor. I said no way, since there was no way that I could endure this pain for the next 20 hours (the length of my dd's birth). She said they were on their way.
Around 1, I felt an urge to push. I still believed that I just had to poop, but I just couldn't get out of my position on hands and knees on the bed and I decided that I would just go to the bathroom in that position. About 10 minutes later, still to my surprise (okay, I wasn't thinking rationally) a baby plopped out onto the bed! Luckily, DH had the presence of mind to pick him up, wrap him in a blanket, and hand him to me. The midwives arrived about 10 minutes later, just in time to help deliver the afterbirth.
DH found the whole thing traumatizing, I thought it was empowering. Although the comments about how DH "did it all" from our families is a little annoying -- hello, I think I had something to do with it.
Thanks for reading!
