I always enjoy exchanging birth stories, so here is the story of our journey through my pregnancy and labor of our first child.
It all started with asking my mother questions about how I was born. I had heard the story several times before but now I was much more interested since I would be experiencing childbirth shortly, too. I weighed 10 lbs and my mom actually had me with no pain medication. After hearing that she was in labor for 60 hours and had pitocin and then managed to have me with no pain medication I knew I could also do it without pain medication. I asked her if she would get me a natural childbirth book for Christmas and right away I was hooked. I read Natural Childbirth the Bradley Way by Susan McCutcheon and signed up for classes soon afterwards.
I started my pregnancy seeing an OB/GYN, but once we started the Bradley classes and asked our OB/GYN many questions, I decided it would be best for me to switch to a midwifery practice. I thoroughly enjoyed the Bradley Method® classes I was taking and I couldn’t wait until the next week of class to learn something new.
My husband Billy and I weren’t great at practicing labor techniques but I tried to do it alone as much as I could. We decided when I was 8 months pregnant to ask our Bradley teacher to attend our birth as our doula. She was very supportive and is also a fellow believer so I felt that it would be a blessing to have her there.
I was 2 days away from my due date when I went to bend over and felt a small gush of water. I was sure that my bag of waters did not break because it was just enough to change my underwear but not enough to change my pants. At that point, I our doula and told her what had happened. She told me to give her a call when contractions started.
We went to a party and once arriving back at home with a movie rental I decided that instead of watching it, I was going to go to bed. Around 1 am I woke up to use that bathroom when I realized that I had a bloody show. I got back in bed to try to get more sleep but then realized I was having contractions. I went downstairs to tell Billy and he didn’t seem to believe me because I was so calm. I decided to get in the bathtub to relax for a while. My contractions were coming 8 minutes apart.
After the bath we went to bed, but I was so excited I could not sleep. I let Billy sleep but I just laid in bed, dreaming of holding our precious baby boy. Around 5 am I called the birth center and our doula to let them know that I was in labor. My contractions were coming about 7 minutes apart. I took another bath and checked my bag to make sure everything was there. We left for the birth center at 6 am.
Once there the midwife did a pelvic exam and said that I was 3 centimeters. The center had a policy of not accepting patients until they were at least 4 centimeters dilated so we met up with our doula and decided to go for a walk. I walked and would stop for each contraction leaning against Billy and trying to relax. We decided to walk to breakfast and once we were inside, the contractions became more intense. I felt strange being in public in labor. I wonder what those people were thinking. I wasn’t making strange noises or anything (at least not yet) but I was putting my head on the table or trying to get into a comfortable position with each contraction. Once we were finished with breakfast we walked back to The Maternity Center and got comfortable in a room.
It was about 11 and the midwife did a pelvic exam and said that I was about 5 centimeters dilated. I thought at that point that I might be in labor all day. I was trying to get comfortable in the room and the funniest thing happened. My doula was trying to set the mood so she turned on a calming water fountain that they had in the room. Instead of the soothing sound of water it let out this wretched noise. It was hilarious. I was laughing so hard.. that is, until another contraction came.
I decided it was time to get into the tub. There were candles lit and the water was warm. I soaked for almost an hour. Once I got out of the tub I laid on my side trying to relax with each contraction. Billy was on the bed lightly stroking me. In between contractions I mostly prayed and dreamed of my baby being born.
About 2 hours later I decided it was time to get back into the bathtub. Once I got in the tub and relaxed, my contractions started to come closer and stronger. While I was in transition and starting to make noises, I heard the midwife on the phone across the hall calling for a back-up midwife.My son was born the day before Memorial day so a lot of people had family in town or could not be reached. I knew that she could tell things were starting to get more intense when she said to someone on the other side of the phone that she needed someone there soon because “this young girl here is going to be having a baby soon.” She finally found someone and came to check on me.
At this point she had me stand up to do a pelvic exam. She said that I was 9 centimeters dialated. I was ready to lay back down in the tub when she said to me “okay, it is time to get out.” I wasn’t too happy about that. Once I was out which took a lot of effort and help from Billy, I sat on the birthing stool. The midwife came into the room and asked to break my water. She said that the back-up midwife was worried that there was meconium in my bag of waters. We asked her to give us a minute so that we could talk. When she came back in we told her we would rather her not break my bag of waters. We did not feel it was necessary since there were no signs of stress from the baby.
Because I was starting to feel pressure about how long things were taking, I decided that I would go sit on the toilet and push. After a few pushes “pop” my water broke. My doula told the midwife. She told me to lay down so that she could do another pelvic exam (ugh, again) to see if it was time for me to push. I tried a few different positions pushing but I ended up on my side which at the time was not very comfortable. After about 40 minutes of pushing my baby was born. It was such a joyful experience. As my baby lay on my stomach all I could do is sob and thank God for giving me a healthy baby boy.