I woke up Wednesday morning and felt like crap. I was just sooo done with being pregnant. I was willing to do just about anything to get the baby out of me. I just didn’t want to be pregnant for another minute.
The 26th of July was my Nana’s birthday. I thought that would be a good day to have the baby. I prayed and hoped she could fo something from Heaven to help me along.
I ultimately decided to try it, but was not looking forward to it. I emailed my midwife about it and asked her if it was okay. Fortunately she wrote back quickly and told me that she had another idea and to come into the office tomorrow. I was slightly disappointed because I knew this meant no baby on Nana’s birthday.
I woke up feeling like crap again, even though I got almost 13 hours of sleep. I just didn’t want to wake up pregnant one more day! It was really starting to wear on me…
My midwife (Adrian) was really busy, but thankfully squeezed me in at 3:30 that afternoon. She had Natanya (the assistant midwife) strip my membranes. It hurt even less than the time before when the other midwife (Tracy) did it. Plus she took a lot longer, making sure to be really thorough.
Then Adrian mixed some fresh Angelica into my Black & Blue Cohosh tincture and instructed me to take 2 dropper fulls every 30 minutes for 6 hours, stop and eat some spicy Mexican food on the way home and then have sex later on in the evening. Quite the chore chart, eh?
Well, I did everything she said. I started taking that tincture before I even left the office, making my first dose at 4:00pm.
On the way home, my husband and I stopped at Wal Mart to pick up a few things. Afterwards, around 6:00pm we stopped at Margaritas and ate. I had a Chili Relleno with fresh chopped Jalapeños on top (my request). I also had some of their super hot Habanero “Tough Guy” sauce and boy, was that shit HOT! I mixed it in with my rice and downed it all. I had a few irregular contractions during dinner, but nothing big.
I kept taking my tincture every 30 minutes until 10:00pm when I finished the bottle. I was still having some irregular contractions that were getting kinda uncomfortable. Nothing out of the ordinary though. At that point I decided maybe it was time to try some sex…
An hour later, the contractions were a little more uncomfortable, but still very irregular and I wasn’t too concerned. I decided to go to bed… I had Dan check my cervix and make sure that the contractions weren’t accomplishing anything. They weren’t. So I went to bed.
I suddenly woke up at 3:00am with contractions that felt like extreme menstrual cramps. I didn’t think much of it until I got up and started walking to the bathroom and had another one that made me stop and lean on the fridge. It lasted for about a minute. I resumed walking to the bathroom and right after I got off the toilet, I had another contraction that made me get down on my hands and knees. I moaned loudly as the pain that radiated through my hips was indescribable.
My husband heard me from bed and woke up to see if I was okay. While I was telling him that I thought I was ok, I had another contraction. This one hurt even more than the last one.
“I think you should call Adrian (the midwife)” he said to me.
I didn’t want to wake her up at 3:30am for a false alarm, so I thought he should check my cervix again. Well, I’ll never forget the look on his face! “Call Adrian now! You’re in labor!” he told me. “How do you know?” I asked. “Well you are dilated A LOT. I don’t even know how much… Maybe 6 cm?” he said. “Oh God!” I said and grabbed the phone.
Adrian told me to meet her at the birth center at 5:30am. It was about 4:15am at that point. So we started getting ready and I called my mom to tell her this was finally it. My contractions were about 3 minutes apart already.
We left several minutes later. To my surprise, Dan was nervous. I don’t think I had ever seen him nervous before. He just… doesn’t get nervous about anything. He always the one who’s got it together. Me on the other hand… well, I’m usually the nervous wreck. For some reason, we had switched places for this.
We’re driving to the birth center and I’m going, “You don’t have to drive fast. I’m okaaayy…. AHH…” *moaning and heavy breathing through a contraction* “… I’m okay. Let’s stop at Dunkin Donuts and get coffee!” lol You should have seen the look of confusion on that poor man’s face. He reluctantly stopped and we got coffee though.
We got to the birth center at exactly 5:30am. Dan carried in the bags and I walked in smiling with my coffee. That was short lived as I quickly got another contraction. I was okay standing up though.
Natanya brought me into the purple birthing room equipped with a big bed and birthing tub. She checked my cervix and confirmed that I was 6cm dilated. She complimented Dan on his cervix checking skills and he beamed.
I didn’t settle in much because I thought that I would be there for a while. The contractions were getting worse though… Dan became really supportive when he saw how much pain I appeared to be in. I don’t think he was prepared to see me like that and it freaked him out a bit.
I sat on the birthing ball for about half an hour and tried to breath through my contractions. It was getting harder and harder though. By 6:30am I couldn’t hold a conversation anymore. The contractions were right on top of each other. I decided that it was time to get into the water at that point. I still had my underwear and a sports bra on. Yes, I was modest even in labor!
I could not believe the pain in my hips though and kept wondering why no one warned me about that. If I could have completely removed the hip pain I was feeling, it would have felt just like the painful menstrual cramps I usually experienced with my periods each month. Pretty tolerable in my opinion. But the hip pain made it almost unbearable.
Each contraction felt like it was 50% stronger than the last one. I just couldn’t believe how quickly everything was escalating. I still thought I had a long time to go though… It seemed like it had to hurt a lot worse than it did.
The last 5 contractions I had right before giving birth, were just horrendous. I was relatively quiet through labor. No screaming or yelling. Just a little bit of moaning and I remember saying “I can’t do this,” and “No, no, no.” It was about 6:50am by then.
All of a sudden, I had a huge contraction and I couldn’t help but yell about it. Dan kept telling me I could do it and to breath. I couldn’t have done it without him. As the contraction ended, I suddenly felt something “wash over me”. I don’t know how else to explain it.
As the next contraction came, I knew it was different. I didn’t feel the hip pain and I suddenly wanted to push. And so I did. Suddenly Dan was telling me to take off my underwear quick. Apparently my water hadn’t broken yet and as I was bearing down, I was pushing the fore waters out. With the next contraction, I pushed and Natanya reached in and broke my water for me. I didn’t know it at the time, but I felt a huge relief of pressure when she did. Apparently my amniotic sack was so thick, she couldn’t break it with her fingers. She had to cut it open!
The next contraction came and I pushed again, long and hard and I felt her head come all the way down the birth canal and pop out! I sat there, for what felt like forever, just breathing. They told me to reach down and feel her head. That was so neat!! I asked what color hair she had and they told me it was brown. I just held her head and smiled until I got another contraction. I pulled my hand out of the water and grabbed Dan’s arm to push again. This time, I pushed her out all the way and lifted her up out of the water and onto my chest. I did it! It was 7:09am and I had finally delivered my little girl.
Reportedly the first thing I said was, “She came out!” I must have thought she would be in there forever. I felt so proud of myself. Everything went perfectly. She was beautiful and perfect.
And who knew I could dilate from 6cm to 10cm in less than 2 hours? I’m like a dilating champion or something!
Delivering the placenta was interesting. It was huge!! (Usually a placenta weighs about 6 ounces. Mine was over a pound!) Then Dan cut the umbilical chord after it stopped pulsing.
Everything went so perfectly it was just amazing. I wouldn’t change anything about the whole experience. Not even the pain, because really, it hurt a lot less than I thought it would. I just feel so blessed!! Praise the Lord for this little miracle!!