I wrote this up for a newsletter, and thought I would share it here. As goofy as it sounds, I really enjoyed giving birth (up until the end), and since this is my blog, I should post about things I enjoy! It's a fairly innocuous story, although it does get
a bit graphic in a few parts.
Note, when I refer to Gretchen and Sandy, they are the midwives who cared for me throughout pregnancy and were to deliver Maggie.
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After 8 months of trying, my husband Dave and I discovered we were pregnant with our first child in January of 2006. I knew I wanted to try a natural childbirth after I read
Baby Catcher by Peggy Vincent several years ago, and was already a patient of Gretchen and Sandy in preparation for that. My pregnancy went smoothly. Actually, except for some morning sickness in the first trimester, I felt better pregnant than I had in years. I was due on September 29, and at my 37 week appointment I was 1 cm dilated. I declined an internal examination at my 38 week appointment because I felt great and didn't think I was even close to delivering. On Friday, September 22 my husband and I went to a Penguins' preseason game. We had a great time, did a lot of walking, and loved seeing the shocked look on people's faces when they asked when we were due and we answered "In a week!".
The rest of the weekend was uneventful. I went to bed at 9 pm on Sunday night. I woke early Monday morning, September 25, at 1:45 am. It took me a minute to realize that I was wet. I went to the bathroom and continued to trickle and there was some blood mixed in with the discharge. It took me a few minutes to register what was happening -- my water broke, I was in labor, but I couldn't believe it because I was only having very minor, irregular cramps. I called the hospital and hopped in the shower. Sandy called me back a few minutes later, I told her what was happening and, because I was group b strep positive, she told me to come on in but not to hurry. I decided to go in around 4; this would give Dave a little more time to sleep and I could get some last minute chores done. I continued to cramp but it was so irregular and mild I couldn't get a fix on them at all. They were so mild that I even signed on to my work email and sent out a few messages: "My water broke, I think I'm in labor, here's some details on the projects I didn't get finished. Sorry about that." I woke Dave up at 3 and called my doula, Salise, while he was in the shower to let her know we were heading to the hospital. While I was on the phone with her I got a monster contraction that just about threw me for a loop. I could barely talk through it and staggered over to my birthing ball hoping it would provide some relief. It did help a little bit, but I was shocked to find the contraction lasted for 90 seconds, and then the next contraction came in less than 2 minutes. I then felt a strong urge to go to the bathroom, made it to the toilet and was certain I would never be able to leave it. I then gathered my wits, told myself that if I was going to have my baby in a toilet it would at least be in a toilet at a medical facility. Dave was loading up the car and I told him we had to leave right now. The contractions continued to pound me on the drive over, and lucky for us almost no one was on the road because Dave went through every red light we got. We arrived at the hospital and made a dash for the birthing center. They got us in a room and examined me to find I was 8 cm dilated and 100% effaced. I almost started crying at that point because I thought I was still in the early stages of labor and was just a real wimp at handling the pain. I was so happy!! The nurses got me hooked up on the IV while Dave went out and called our doula. She got there in no time, and really helped with the pain, rubbing my back with a tennis ball while she directed Dave on doing hip squeezes. I felt the urge to push but the nurses said I had to lie on the bed if I wanted to push until Sandy got there, because that was the only way they could deliver. So, I laid on the bed and just gave little pushes. I hated it, though, because I felt much better when I was up and moving. Sandy arrived shortly after, around 5, and I was fully dilated so I was able to try many other, more comfortable positions. I thought I was going to have a very fast labor, but the pushing phase was a problem. A part of my birthing canal is narrow and I wasn't able to push her past that part. We tried many positions: sitting, squatting, hands and knees, lying fully on my back, but I just wasn't able to get her out. Sandy was so laid back and calm and that really helped me to keep trying. The baby's heartbeat was good the whole time but after 3 hours of pushing, Sandy decided to call the OB/GYN in. He watched me push through a few contractions and suggested some pitocin to make the contractions just a little stronger. That didn't help though, and at this point the baby's heartbeat was dropping during each push, so we had to get her out quick. They told me to stop pushing but that was very difficult for me to do. Dave got in my face and helped me to breathe to stop the pushing. Sandy had to leave and Gretchen took over while the doctor told me that they were going to try a vacuum extraction, and if that didn't work I would have to get a c-section. I was so worried about the baby's health and this was the only time during the delivery that I didn't feel calm; I was actually verging on panic mode. Things started happening very quickly: what seemed like 100 nurses came in, they put me in the stirrups, setup the huge spotlight, put an internal monitor on the baby, gave me an episiotomy, put the vacuum in, and on the next contraction I pushed while the doctor pulled and we got her out on that one contraction at 8:33 am! She was crying immediately. I couldn't believe how big she was and how much dark hair she had! Dave said "She's really a girl!" and someone called out the stats: 8 pounds 5 ounces, 21 inches, 14 cm head, and 13.5 cm chest. Things were really a blur after that. I was stitched up which was OK at first but I then felt many of the last stitches because I was only numbed up for the episiotomy, not the additional tear that occurred during delivery. I yelled at the doctor "How much did you cut?!" and he pointed at Dave and said "You're supposed to be yelling at him, not me!" It was very funny despite the circumstances. The placenta was then delivered by pushing on my stomach, and that was also painful. I just remember hollering through most of it then apologizing for all the hollering. (Dave and I later joked that I barely screamed at all during the delivery then became a screaming machine after the baby was finally out.) I kept looking at Maggie but just said "I don't want to hold her!" over and over because I was so tired and shaky I was certain I would drop her. But Dave, Gretchen, and Salise assured me that it would be OK, they'd all be there and they were right, I'm so glad I held her. Then, as quickly as all those people had come in, they were all gone. All the equipment was gone, the lights were dimmed, and things were calm again. Dave left to call our families and regale them with the story of our super-fast, then not-so-fast delivery. So, it wasn't exactly the kind of delivery I wanted, but it went as smoothly as possible, and in retrospect, it was a very positive experience.
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