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<p>So I hardly post on here, I mostly just come here to read when I need information. This though, I felt was worthy of posting <span><img alt="smile.gif" src="http://files.mothering.com/images/smilies/smile.gif"></span></p>
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<p>The story of how my little Elliott came into the world started months ago when I started exploring my options for natural childbirth. My first son Nick (two) was born with total medical control/intervention -- so I knew if and when I had another child my next birth would be completely different. Because of how our health insurance works, the only place I could get prenatal care and deliver my baby was an army medical center. I quickly started researching everything from patient rights to the best way to have a natural birth at a hospital. I read about Hypno-birthing, the Bradley Method, and found several other resources to help me in my journey for a completely natural birth. I completed my birth plan a month before he was born, and because the hospital is literally only five minutes away, I planned to do most of my laboring at home -- peacefully.<br><br>
Fast forward to The evening of January 5th. I started having contractions that morning, and by the time I went to bed -- contractions were about ten minutes apart. The nurse that had been doing my prenatal care told me not to come in until contractions were three to four minutes apart, to guarantee that I didn’t get sent home. I kept my cell phone by me to time contractions. By midnight January 6th, I decided that it was early labor, because the contractions weren’t really painful, and they were still ten to fifteen minutes apart. I went to bed. By 2:00 AM I was waking up about every ten minutes with the contractions. They were getting more intense, but I also thought I was just being a wimp. By 5:00 AM I realized that I was in labor, woke Daniel (husband) up so he could help me, and call the baby sitter (a very nice girl he works with) to make sure she made it to our house on time.<br><br>
I bought a birthing ball for labor, it did NOTHING for me. Luckily I can still use it for other exercises and my son loves playing with the giant ball. I went upstairs for a bath. Daniel brought me some snacks to eat while I was in the tub. Nick woke up and Daniel went to take care of him, and make the phone calls. Contractions are getting REALLY intense, but still ten to fifteen minutes apart. “What is going on? Am I really that big of a baby that I can’t handle early labor?” That’s what I was thinking through these contractions.  By 6:00 AM I knew it was getting close, but was confused by the fact that my contractions weren’t getting closer in time.<br><br>
What happened over the next several minutes was very intense, and seemed like a dream-- except it was very real.<br><br>
Nothing that I read or researched mattered. Nothing made sense. I was in “labor land.” The baby sitter made it, and while Daniel was explaining last minute details to her -- I threw up the snacks he bought me, and had one REALLY big contraction. The contraction. It made me say “I can’t do this!” Then it clicked to me that I was either in transition or close to it. I needed to get out of the tub and to the hospital. I yelled for Daniel and told him we need to go “NOW.” He grabbed me some PJ’s to throw on for our ride to the hospital, and went to go start the car. I remembered that I promised I’d call my sister when it was time. When I called her -- I had another huge contraction. So painful that I hung up on her to go run away from my pain.<br><br>
I feel so dumb now, not knowing that I was so close to delivering a baby [I had an epidural with my first son, so I had no clue what real natural labor would be like] So the second I got of the phone with my sister, I had the feeling I needed to go the bathroom. I thought it was my body’s last minute “clearing out” before baby comes. I ran to the toilet, and my water broke. Then that feeling (pushy) didn’t go away. I yelled for Daniel. I started involuntarily pushing. I told him to call an ambulance because I wasn’t going to make it down stairs to get to the hospital. [I was more worried about the pain associated with going down the stairs than making it to the hospital at this point] At this point even though nothing made sense I all I cared about was wanting the pain to go away-- I knew the EMTs wouldn’t make it there on time, and I was glad for that. I wanted NOONE else  to see me like this or to touch me at this point. Daniel told me to try not to push (Yea right) And I yelled at him “I’M NOT... IT’S THE BABY!” He stood there with me -- and while he was on the phone with the dispatcher, I felt it. EVERYTHING. The pushing feeling came so strong -- then I felt his head coming out of my body. It felt like a cannon ball was shooting through my pelvis-- except in slow motion. I still remember that pain the most. I literally knocked me on all fours and I felt like I was having a seizure through my whole body. I remember the popping feeling when his head come out. Then I remember Daniel telling the dispatcher his head was out. I stood up (in total shock) and looked at his little head. He had dark hair, and was facing my left leg. Then that feeling came again. Then his little body slid out of mine and into his father’s hands. Daniel had grabbed a towel in my “darkness” and he laid him on that and cleaned him off. I picked him up and just was in shock and awe at what had happened in just minutes. He was pink and breathing right away, but amazingly, wasn’t crying. The dispatcher reported his birth time as 6:40 AM<br><br>
What happened in my bedroom was incredible. It was natural, spiritual, humbling, and nothing short of a miracle. We were both fine. There was no medical equipment, no medical professionals, no one to tell me how and when to push. Nor was there any complications-- until we got to the hospital, but that’s a different story. A story I choose to  separate from the actual birth of my son.<br><br>
 The birth of my son was amazing, and I wouldn’t change the way he came into the world for anything. There was pain, but there was beauty in what happened. The birth of my little Elliott changed how I feel about life, love, and the miraculous event of childbirth itself. My husband is truly my soulmate, and I am so grateful that he caught our son. He loved that, and he loved seeing me hold our son in our natural state. If I have another child, when I do -- it will be a water birth at either a birthing center or at home. I loved this experience so much -- up until the EMTs showed up.</p>
 

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<p>Wow - what a story!</p>
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<p>I am sorry that what happened after may not have been so great but I think focusing on your powerful birth experience sounds like a great way to separate and deal with the two events.  I hope things are going well now - and congratulations!</p>
 

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<p>Congratulations, mama, and welcome, Elliott!  Thank you for sharing the story -- an amazing home birth! </p>
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<p>I'm sad that there's a crummy part to your experience all because of an outside force.  Boo on that.  I hope you can process that experience and get to a peaceful place with it. <span><img alt="hug2.gif" src="http://files.mothering.com/images/smilies/hug2.gif" style="width:38px;height:16px;"></span><br><br>
Enjoy your new son!</p>
 

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<p>Awesome! I am so glad the birth went so well. And I am glad you are able to separate the bad time you had afterward. Although I have to say...I want to know what happened after now! lol. Sorry. i just had to say it:) Great story and congrats on your new little one.</p>
 
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