dash

I found out I was pregnant with my second child right before Christmas. I called up the same OB who helped me with my miscarriage a few months earlier, and I stayed with that OB until I was almost 32 weeks pregnant. When the “midwife” on staff didn't want to discuss natural hospital birth, I fired them. The next day I called a local birthing center and made an appointment. The rest is history…

August 30^th, 2010

40 weeks 5 days pregnant

3:30am

I was awakened from a deep sleep by a popping sensation. My eyes opened the second I felt it, and at that very moment I felt a gush of water between my legs. I did an awkward roll out of bed and made my way quickly onto the tile floor. I sat down on the toilet and waited for the amniotic fluid to stop leaking. Every time I leaned forward to get some toilet paper, more water would leak. It felt like an eternity before I was able to make my way over to the cabinet to get a pad. This is not my first pregnancy, but it was the first time my water broke on its own. My husband had jokingly prepared some puppy training pads on the passenger seat of our car, and now I was secretly glad he did. Once I was cleaned up, I crawled back into bed to try and rest.

4:45am

I was too excited and anxious to rest, and I could feel contractions coming regularly. The hour drive to the birthing center was looming in the back of my mind. I decide to wake up my husband Brian and call my midwife to let her know my water has broken and that I was having regular contractions. She asks me to come to the birthing center and labor there, rather than have to make the drive later on in my labor. I feel relieved. I call my dad to come over and care for our older son Corbin, and pack some things to bring to the birthing center.

5:15am

My dad arrives and is very excited that things are happening! He lives out of state, but has been very involved in the birth of my children. He was there for Corbin’s birth and has been staying at my brother’s house in preparation for this birth. After my dad gets settled, Brian and I load up the car and head to Breath of Life Birthing Center.

6:10am

We arrive at the birthing center where we are greeted by the midwife and her assistant. They bring us back to our birthing suite so we can get settled. The tub is filled with warm water and the lights are dimmed low. It looks exactly how I envisioned my birthing time; peaceful, calming, comforting.

6:30am

I call my mom and sister and they get ready to come to the center to be with us during the birth. I sit on a large exercise ball and listen to my Hypnobabies affirmations.

7:30am

My mom and sister arrive. We walk around the outdoor gardens, and through the halls of the birthing center. My contractions are frequent, but not as strong and I had hoped they would be by now. We keep walking.

10am

We are still walking. Things are going very slow and I begin to worry about hitting that 24 hour mark from the time my water broke. I get anxious and worried that things are not happening like they should be. I try and remember that Corbin’s birth was also slow, and that things ARE happening, just not quickly. I haven’t had a vaginal exam, and I’m thankful for that. If I had only been 3 or 4cm dilated, it might have pushed my confidence even lower.

12:15pm

I take a shower and stimulate my nipples in hopes of speeding up labor. I sit on the toilet for a while and labor there. While walking through the halls, I have to hold onto Brian for support during my contractions.

1pm

My mom and sister decide to go get something to eat and do a little shopping for soon-to-be big brother Corbin. Brian and I lie in bed and listen to Hypnobabies. He dozes off a little and I move to the exercise ball. Time is starting to get fuzzy…

2pm

My contractions are strong now and I am having a hard time finding a comfortable spot. I go from toilet to bed to birthing ball and don’t find much relief. We decide to do a cervical check and I am at 6cm.

At some point, my mom and sister came back from their outing, but stayed out in the “Family Room” so I could have some private time.

3pm

I become very emotional. My midwife lovingly asks me why I’m crying and I said, “I feel bad that my mom and sister are out there!” Honestly, I don’t know why I was crying. I just felt overwhelmed with many emotions. I decide to get into the tub and within minutes have to vocalize through my contractions.

  

3:15pm

My mom and sister come back to be with Brian and I. My sister is my savior! She covers my back and neck with ice cold washcloths. I have never felt anything better. I am vocalizing with every contraction and resting between them. My position in the tub is on my knees, with my upper body resting on the edge of the tub. I feel paralyzed and refuse to change positions. I can feel the baby coming down with each pressure wave, and my body begins to gently push uncontrollably.

4pm

My midwife talks me into changing positions, to see if I can push the baby out. I flip over and relax in the warm water. My huge belly floats in front of me and my bottom is lifted by the water in the tub. I find it hard to bear down since I am floating. The midwife begins to drain some water from the tub.

4:10pm

With a few pushes, the baby’s head is born. My husband reaches into the water and feels his son’s head emerging from my body. I reach down and do the same. Our baby is almost here! The birthing assistant cannot get a good read with the heart rate monitor and the midwife once again has me get back on my knees with my upper body resting on the tub. How I managed to change positions with his head already born is unknown to me, but I did it!

4:12pm

The midwife had to help maneuver my baby the rest of the way out of the birth canal. His shoulder was slightly turned and stuck behind my pelvis. As soon as she freed him, he came flying out! She caught him and wrapped him in a blanket. They had the oxygen on standby, but did not need it. He did need a little suctioning, and immediately started crying. By this time the tub was completely drained, so I stood up and turned around so I could meet my baby.

Afterwards

We sat in the tub for quite some time waiting on the placenta, but it was not ready to be born yet. We decided to have Brian cut the cord. My sister held baby Dash, and Brian and my mom helped me to the bed. Once in bed, Dash immediately latched on and the placenta was born shortly after. I did have some tearing due to his positioning, but the midwife quickly stitched it up.

We all sat and talked and ate dinner until around 6pm, when it was time for the midwife to give Dash a checkup. He weighed in at 9lbs 8oz and was 21 inches long! Over a pound bigger than his brother!

By 9pm, we are ready to head home. We squeeze Dash into a newborn sized diaper and outfit, and strap him into his car seat. We are home by 10pm and tucked into bed, a new family of 4.