- 5 years ago
I know I was always glad when other home birthers posted their stories so here is one more for the record books.
It was a week and a half before my hospital predicted due date, I had just seen my midwife the day before and she said that I was still carrying pretty high that it might be a while before anything happens the combination of the midwifes thoughts and the due date led me to believe that the twinges and tightening I was feeling around midnight when I went to bed were probably just strangely strong braxton hicks so I didn’t worry about them. Around 5am I woke up feeling some very serious tightening in my abdomin that kept getting stronger. I timed them for about half an hour and paced back and forth between the bedroom and the bathroom trying to get my back and hips to stop hurting with no luck. At that point contractions were one min long and 5-6 min apart. I texted my midwife to let her know what was going on and she suggested that it was going to be a long day and I should go for a walk and try to relax. Walking was the only thing that made the contractions remotely bearable so I harnessed up our pup and walked for about 45 min until walking while breathing while having a contraction became too challenging a task.
At this point I had not yet woken up Mr. Global and he was sleeping soundly through every moan and grumble when I tried wake him he said “Its going to be a long day, I think you want me with you later tonight when you are exhausted and need support, I’m just going to sleep a bit more” Thats when I lost it. I kind of feel bad in retrospect, I remember crying and swearing and hitting him in the leg pretty hard becuase I was pissed off that he could lay down and not be in pain and I wanted to lay down but couldn’t. I didn’t really know what I wanted him to do other than not be sleeping. There was no way in heck I was going to let him touch me at that point every sensation was so overwhelming I could hardly stand my own clothes touching me. I told him to clean the kitchen and make some juice, there was a bit of eye rolling and a lot of freaking out in the process but it kept him busy. I have heard stories of women who are in labor and refuse to leave the house before their dishes are done or their laundry is folded. I’ve always laughed at those ladies thinking they must be completely insane… I am one of those ladies, and yes it was a completely insane and irrational thought, but I did not want to have a baby in a house with dishes in the sink… whatever.
I had been texting Teresa the midwife (who still hadn’t come over yet) she told me to get in the shower with as hot of water as I could stand. We have a tiny hot water heater, I was completely expecting it to last a grand total of 5 minuets but for whatever reason two miracles happened at this moment 1. our water heater lasted at least 25 min, which might be a new hot water record for our house and 2. the screen shot of the contraction timer from my iphone finally went through to her (we don’t have data service here, photos and sometimes even plain text messages can take hours to deliver, but for whatever reason the stars were aligned and it worked)
Mr. Global’s family has the worst timing ever and they all decided to stop by that morning for whatever reason, While Mr. Global was on the phone with the midwife trying to encourage her to drive faster I heard his mother, sister, brother, and nephew all talking in the living room. I don’t remember what I said but I know it was mean and I don’t feel bad in the slightest. I wanted all of them to get out of my house forever and dissapear and never come back. I still feel this way now, but that is different. when you are in the most intense ammount of pain you can imagine feeling and you hear people that you don’t even like laughing and joking near by I think anyones thoughts would have been the same.
It was about 8:45am, contractions were 1 min 30sec and less than a min appart. I had no time to catch my breath and I distinctly remember thinking to my self “I have lived through 3 hours of this, If I have to do this for another 10 I am probably going to die”. Thankfully I did not die and I thankfully the midwife arrived and kicked everyone out of the house (I can never thank her enough for this) Our midwife Teresa has one of those excited bubbily personalities and calm soothing voice combinations that can completely change the atmosphere of any room. When she arrived I knew I wasn’t going to die and wasn’t going to have to deal with anyone else for a while so I could finally relax. Unfortunately when she arrived my body also decided that it was going to go in to over drive and contractions no longer had any resting period between them. Teresa did a quick check to make sure I was fully dialated and noticed that baby was already half way down the birth canal but was situated with her arm above her head and there was no turning back. I knelt down in the shower and pushed twice but with babies arm up she was stuck. I didn’t know exactly what was going on at this point and its probably a good thing becuase my EMT brain would have probably started to panic. Teresa knew exactly what to do, she helped me get out of the shower and on to my hands and knees with my upper body resting on the side of the bath tub, she used her hands to guide baby out and our beautiful little girl was born in to her fathers arms just three pushes later at 9:15 am.
Labor was absolutely intense to the fullest extent of the word but I would not have changed it for the world. Even though it wasn’t my first choice to have a home birth it was our only option due to our location, I wouldn’t change anything about it. I will absolutely do a home birth again for any future children we decide to have. Even though I tore pretty bad (3rd degree) and needed to go to the hospital afterwards for stitches it was so very nice to be in my own bed, in my own shower, and with my pup the entire time. I can’t thank our midwife enough for being such a supportive force through the whole process, and I am incredibly thankful that we have her around to stop by every few days and make sure we are doing well, another thing that you don’t get through a traditional hospital.
Mr .Global holding our beautiful little girl, just 45 min or so after she was born. I was still getting cleaned up at this point she looks so different with her face all swollen from birth. He was so happy there were tears all around.
this is my absolute favorite picture of little girl so far, day 2, and all smiles.
six hours old, resting after getting back from stitches at the hospital.
Daddy and babe taking an afternoon nap, one week old and cute as a button.