Today is the Eve of the day that my baby came into this world. Now this may not be interesting or relavent to you but today this is about me sharing the most precious gift I’d ever received. My whole pregnancy I worked with exclusively with two midwives. One was tall and laid back the other felt like my mom. She was very practical and no nonsense. Her name was Brenda and instantly I knew that I could trust her with my deepest fears about being pregnant and my delivery.
It’s funny as soon I got pregnant my first thought was “I take it back maybe I don’t want this.” Then the next thought was, “oh my gosh how the heck am I going to get this thing out?!” So needless to say I was a little worked up going into my first appointment. She mentioned on my first exam that my pelvis though wide was very flat. Proving that delivering a baby vaginally was going to be very challenging. But she assured me that she had delivered babies through flat pelvises before and that she would do her best to get me the delivery I wanted. Okay fast forward nine months…
It was saturday evening I was in the shower and I hear this pop and a gush of water runs down my leg. I think my water has popped so I get out of the shower and check google to for symptoms that is has. I don’t fit any of the symptoms so I go to bed. The next day is Sunday and I’m standing there talking with a mom who had 5 kids. She ‘s totally cool and I mention to her that I though my water broke but then realized it was a false alarm. She then feels prompted to tell me that after church I should go to the hospital. So Daniel and I drive down the hospital with the empty carseat in tow. We walk into the hospital up to the birthing unit and we wait. I get checked and nope. My water did break. Whew. However, I was 100% effaced and 2 cm dilated. While we are a nurse in passing mentions ‘wouldn’t it be funny if you went into labor tomorrow?!’ I asked her who was on call (there were three midwives two I loved and one I loathed) I casually asked who was on call and low and behold it was Susan the one I didn’t like. I didn’t like this woman so much that I told the nurses that if I should go into labor at anytime that she is on call to pull a doctor in, instead. You guys I was NOT kidding around.
Soapbox moment: I didn’t like this nurse because I felt violated when she checked to see how far along I was. She was incredibly disrespectful and I’m proud of myself that I didn’t allow her anywhere near my body ever again. If this happens to you from a provider and you don’t feel good SPEAK UP.
Okay so we go home from the hospital. No baby.
We go to bed and about 1 am I get up to pee and I feel like a I have to poop. So I sit on the toilet and wait…and wait…and wait. Nothing. So I go back to bed. After nearly 20 minutes I still felt like I had to poop. I was totally uncomfortable and I just felt like I was coming out of my skin. Then I had my first full blown labor contraction.
It started in my spine just above my hips and worked it’s way up over my hips up underneath my ribcage and down in my pelvis. Ladies it was intense. All I could feel my body doing was tensing up; I was holding my breath just trying to get through it. I labored like this in the middle of the night for nearly an hour before I got Daniel up. We ran me a bath and timed my contractions. They were irregular but I was in a lot of pain. I could hardly stand up and my contractions were coming faster and I couldn’t get away from them. So he helped me get dressed and we headed to the hospital. On the way there we had to pull over I puking so much. We get to the hospital by now it’s like 4 or 5 am and we still had to go through the Emergency Room entrance and they wheeled me up to the birthing unit. They checked me again and sure enough I was in full blown labor. I was 5 cm dilated and they admitted me! YAY!
I labored for another 2 hours without medication. I tried nitrous gas to work through my contractions but Daxton had flipped over and I was in back labor. Nothing was even taking the edge off. So we called the anesthesiologist and he gave me a spinal block and an epidural.
Soap Box: ASK him what he is giving you before he gives it to you. I was not asked about the block and I didn’t want the block. Make sure your husband or you can advocate for yourself.
What a relief the epidural was!!!! For the first time in 9 MONTHS I was able to roll over, get comfortable and REST. That deep rejuvenating REST. Ladies this was heaven. So I got my epidural around 7:30am. I ‘labored’ for another 5 hours and I was progressing much. They wanted to break my water and my husband was worried about infection. Bless. His. Heart. I distinctly remember telling him that I was ready to have this baby come out so that I could eat. All I wanted to do was eat!!! So we broke my water and labor continued. Then right about 4pm I started to feel a change in my contractions. They were deeper, stronger. I knew we were close, she didn’t have to check me I knew we were there. Sure enough! Daxton’s head was right there! With Daniel down with my midwife and my mom up by my face. I pushed so hard to get that baby through. It was so so hard because the exit was smaller than normal. But after nearly an hour of adjusting him we got him underneath that bone!! I could feel we were so close.
I never felt so close to dying as I did seconds before he was born. It was an incredible experience I will never forget. I could feel the presents of spirit on the other side helping me bring this child into the world. Bringing the soul and body together as I pushed one final time I felt him leave my body.
I heard his cry.
All those months I ached and puked.
All the moments I felt him move in my belly.
All the cravings.
They placed his wet little body on my chest and I was so stunned. Looking at him looking at me. There he was. My child. Daniel came up to the side of my bed and with the biggest eyes I’d ever seen he tells me “I’ll take you on a vacation whatever you want to do and wherever you want to go I’ll take you.” I respond “even a cruise?!” Silly me. A few moments later I tried to pull Daxton up closer to me and I kept feeling this tugging down below. Frustrated I kept pulling until I had given myself a royal front wedgie with the umbilical cord. I only ever realized it because they had pulled my epidural out so I knew what I was messing with. Ugh.
Mortified. I told Daniel it was time to cut the cord…hahaha
I had a second degree laceration and was stitched up. Daniel and I spent the first hour holding our sweet baby boy. It was the most incredible time we had together as a little family.
And that’s the story of how Daxton was born.
Hope you Enjoyed it!