Today, my baby girl turns 3 years old. I wanted to share her birth story with you. I wrote this after she was born and updated it a couple of times. Please keep in mind, this is the description of the natural birth of a nearly 10-pound baby girl. It hurt. This story is a tad graphic. You’ve been warned. (NO graphic pictures)
On Friday morning, September 3, 2010, Mike kissed me goodbye to go to work. It was another morning that we woke up to discover that indeed labor had not started and so Mike had to go to work. He was getting very stressed out with his job and knowing that he had a two-week vacation coming when labor started made things a little tense. After he left for work I had a hard time going back to sleep. I had one contraction while lying in the bed that was uncomfortable but I didn’t think much of it. I had had contractions for two weeks that had done nothing! I got up to use the bathroom after the contraction was over and noticed that I had lost my mucous plug when I wiped. The plug was green, brown and yellowish and just generally looked gross. This was a very new thing for me because I never saw my plug with Evan. I was a bit grossed out to tell you the truth. After I wiped and stood up, I felt a trickle. I knew immediately that it was my water. I was dismayed to see that it was tinted green. I called my friend Anne to ask her about it, despite the fact that I knew what it was. I was just hoping I was wrong. Green amniotic fluid means that the baby has passed meconium, or had a bit of a bowel movement already. This can be a sign of distress, or it can be a sign of nothing. I wasn’t sure if I could still deliver at the birth center, but a quick call to Damaris let me know that I could as long as Lindy’s heart rate was good. I called Mike and put him on standby. I didn’t want him to come home unless my contractions got closer. I called him back 10 minutes later and told him to leave work. I decided with the meconium, it was best if we left sooner than later. This all happened around 6am. I’m sure Mike was excited; he’s wanted a vacation for a long while. I called my sister Hannah to have her head on to our house. She was going to help with Evan, and I caught her just in time. She’s a senior in high school and was about to leave for school for the day. I tried calling my sister Sarah who was also supposed to go, but it turned out that her and my brother in law had gone out of town, so I couldn’t get hold of them. Ellen came instead, and that ended up working out very well. After all the calls were made, I got in the shower and by the time I got out I was having some contractions. When I was in the shower I remember being happy that it was finally here, but I felt a bit of anxiety as well. I remembered the pressure I had with Evan and I wasn’t looking forward to having that again. More than anything though, I was excited and I said a prayer that God would help me through the task I was going to endure that day.
|Right after arriving at the birth center. I was still smiling so clearly contractions weren’t very bad yet.|
|Laboring in the pool before transition hit.|
I continued to labor all over that room, and mostly in the birth pool. The were to the point that I cried through one, asking for help, for someone to magically deliver me from the hell that I was in. I’m pretty sure all this was transition, but it lasted for SO LONG! I don’t know exactly how long, but I do remember with Evan it was a few contractions. With Lindy, I swear it went on for an hour or more. I have my records from Damaris but there is really no way to tell what time this all started. From what I can tell though, transition lasted for about 2 hours for me. I kept trying to stay as relaxed as possible through the contractions, but the Hypnobabies wasn’t working at all at this point, and all I could do was shake my head and wish that someone would walk through the door that could help me out of the misery. I was really not in a good place at all. I thought a lot about how nice it would be to have an epidural and I knew I could give it up and go to the hospital and get one. It was just getting to the hospital though that I knew wasn’t going to happen. As much pain as I was in, I knew riding in a car would only make it worse. I knew the only way out of it was to deliver the baby.
I ended up getting out of the pool at some point because I needed to pee, and sat through several contractions on the toilet. It was in there that I started to feel the urge to push and told my MW that I thought I was complete. I didn’t think that I wanted to try the pool just yet, didn’t seem like I’d be able to get a good grip in there, so I decided to try for the bed. That didn’t end up working too well. It was insanely uncomfortable, although it was there that my MW discovered that I had a little lip of cervix left and it was preventing Lindy from descending and coming out. I had to pant and blow while she did her best to push the cervix over Lindy’s head. My body was pushing involuntarily and it was so hard for me not to help it. Jordan had to get in my face and pant/blow with me because they were really concerned that I was going to actually tear my cervix and we’d have to end up going to the hospital. I’d say we had to do this for 4-5 contractions until the cervix went over her head and stayed there. At some point they even inserted ice in there, I guess to help with the cervix swelling, I don’t really know. That whole process was MISERABLE! I kept thinking to myself that I had done something sometime in my life that warranted this type of punishment and I was so sorry for whatever I had done. I took the whole thing very personally and wondered what I had done to make for such a difficult labor. Evan’s had been so easy and he was my first born! This was a borderline nightmare that I couldn’t wake from!
|Mike supporting me while Damaris tried to get my cervix to pass over Lindy’s head. You can see the misery on my face.|
|Evan had just walked into the room with Ellen and Hannah. I apparently was pushing and screaming and Evan was copying me.|
|The first time I touched and laid eyes on my daughter’s beautiful face. Thank God it was over!|
One thing I forgot to mention, when I was pushing her out, it felt like she was seriously going to come out of my butt and that scared me so bad because I thought I was going to have a 4th degree tear. I didn’t feel anything like that with Evan. I don’t know if it was my hands and knees position that made everything feel differently or what. When I got into the bed afterward, my butt hurt so badly! Damaris said she thought she may have had a hemorrhoid but that she wasn’t sure. It turned out I had 2 very horrible ones and that is what I was feeling. In hindsight, I probably should have put an icepack back there, as well as on my perineum. But not knowing what was going on down there was very disturbing to me. I had never had hemorrhoids before so I didn’t know what I was feeling or what to expect. That was the worst part of the recovery.
|Hannah (left) and Ellen (right). This was the first birth Hannah got to witness|
|Evan looks into the pool at mama holding his new baby sister.|
|Evan gets to hold his baby sister for the first time.|
|The best chocolate cake in the whole world!|