Wednesday, December 7, 2011

What's New Wednesday: Maria's Birth Story Part 1

This week instead of the usual What's New Wednesday post I will be featuring two birth stories from ONE mom.  Maria is a mother of four and these are the birth stories of babies number 3 and 4.  Both births were completely natural, but VERY different. 

First, here is a little bit about Maria

"Most importantly to me, I am a wife and a mother of 4 children. I became a parent after dealing with fertility issues and through that process I gained an interest in pregnancy, childbirth and supporting women as they build their families.

I have had a variety of birth experiences myself ranging from one with all the bells and whistles at a hospital, to one that occurred with a midwife in my home. After the birth of my 3rd child, I completed my doula certification and also trained to become a childbirth educator. Since then I have attended over 150 births and taught countless childbirth classes. I still love what I do!

I believe women are strong and our bodies were designed to give birth. I believe most women are capable of birthing without medical intervention, however, I believe medical intervention can serve a valid purpose. There is no one perfect way to give birth, each mother and each situation is unique. I believe women should be fully informed and educated on their choices in birth so that they can achieve the birth they desire."

Check out her blog http://bellyupbaby.blogspot.com/ 
and website http://greatexpectationsdoulaservices.webs.com/

Now here is her birth story in her own words:

"I woke up that morning feeling icky. I had also been ill in the night so I was tired as I got ready to go into work at KDO. During the day I was very sluggish, I even fell asleep during the class nap time. How nice to get a half hour snooze during the day! When we arrived home I told the kids I wanted to lay down for a while and I hoped they would play nicely. I noticed that I was having some mild contractions and since they continued while I dozed I decided to start timing them. Sure enough, they were every 7 mins like clockwork. It was about 4 in the afternoon.

At some point I called Brian about my plans for the evening and to see when he was planning on coming home. I also mentioned that I was contracting every 7 mins but that I was just keeping an eye on it. He arrived home as usual and as soon as he arrived I walked out the door to go to a girls night out. The contractions were getting stronger now, but still very manageable. I would say it was about that time (6:30ish) that they went from mild to uncomfortable. I remember stopping outside the door of the host’s house to breathe through a contraction. At first I did not mention to the others that I thought I might be in labor, I was not sure myself, but as time went on the contractions become much closer together and much more painful, and it become obvious to everyone there. I enjoyed a large meal as in the back of my mind I thought it might be a while before I ate again. At one point I was squatting during a contraction and Daisy was rubbing my lower back then Analyn came up behind me with salad tongs (it was a salad supper) and pretended to “catch” the baby. I was still denying that this was anything but early labor even as my friends were telling me to head on to the hospital, however by the time I left the dinner I knew I was in labor and I was hurting, I just wanted to jump in my tub and see if that helped. Daisy followed me home to make sure I was OK. It was 9ish and the contractions were coming every 3 or 4 minutes.

Once home I drew the tub and got in. Brian wanted to go to bed as we both figured I would labor all night and then in the early morning we would head to the hospital. He thought he would catch a few zzzzzs before things got intense. By the time I got in the tub I was working hard during each contraction. Though they were closer together and harder I still figured it was early. I checked my cervix while in the tub and it seemed I might be 3 to 4 cms (ironically this was both the first and last time my cervix was checked and I have no idea if my estimation was accurate). I had no show and no lose of my plug so I really was not convinced anything was happening.

The tub was nice. If we had more hot water I would have stayed in there longer, but I was only in about an hour. Brian decided to stay up and we had some chats while I was in the water. I was very proud that I was handling things well but still worried that I was in that much pain that early in the game. I wondered how I would handle the real thing. When the water got cold I got out of the tub and started to labor in our bedroom. I don’t know if it was getting out of the tub or just timing but contractions really started in earnest. I stacked some pillows on my bed and draped myself over them trying to relax and repeat the word “open” with each one. At some point the repetition became moaning,. Brian suggested we go to the hospital. I resisted. At about 11:30 I did decide to go ahead and call Cindy (our babysitter) so that she would be here for the kids. In the back of my mind though I really thought I must still be in early labor b/c still no show, no plug.

We called the OB right after we called Cindy. Of course I expected Dr. Ramos but when we got our call back it was some doc I had never heard of and I was not happy. I knew Dr. Ramos would have worked with me to achieve natural birth but Dr. Hoffman did not seem interested. Basically I asked him if I would be hooked to a monitor and he said yes. I asked if I could walk around and he said no. I hung up on him during my next contraction. Cindy arrived right after I spoke with the doctor and I was furious. I told her I was stopping my contractions and waiting until Dr. Ramos was on call again. However, after she saw me have another contraction she encouraged us to get to the hospital regardless of my feelings about the doctor.

Within moments I had another contraction in my bedroom, I was leaning my body against the end of our bed and just as the contraction hit, my water broke pouring down in one big gush. My pants caught most of that mess but I was unable to remove my clothes at the point on my own so Brian got me new clothes. At this point contractions were coming all the time, with about 30 secs of rest time between. Moving was difficult, thinking was difficult. I wanted to say goodbye to the kids and was able to do one at a time. When I went to kiss Reese he woke up and come out but Brian got him back in bed. I don’t know how they could sleep anyway, I was very loud at this point. During another contraction I laid down on the kitchen floor. It felt so good, those cool kitchen tiles

Finally we got in the car. I thought I would lay down in the back but I could not fit in b/c of the carseats. We had to remove one to get me I the minivan! I ended up draped over one of the captain’s chair and never moved to look out the window or anything. On the ride I noticed that now between my contractions I was actually resting. It was a strange sensation, like time stood still. I know they were still just as close apart, if not closer, but the time between actually felt like a rest rather than a pause. I was in my own world. I was not thinking about the baby, or the drive or my other kids I just said goodbye to.

Then I felt Wes come down into the birth canal. This was my first knowledge that I was beyond early labor. There is no feeling like it, but when I felt it, I knew what it was. Wes was moments from being born and there was nothing I could do to not push him out, in the minivan or not. And I must admit that when I felt him come down I felt such relief that I cannot describe. I had made it through transition. I thought there was more intense pain to come and I wasn’t sure I could handle it, but now I knew I had done it and I did not stop to think that he might come on the side of the road. I reached down and I could feel that the baby’s head had crowned.

I screamed, “Brian, the baby is coming now…..” I felt the van surge under me but I had no idea where we were. I just hoped we were close. I also prayed, please God, give me two more mins so we can make it to the hospital and Brian doesn’t have to deliver this baby…and somehow it seemed like the contractions did stretch out at that point, enough so that we pulled into the entrance of the hospital shortly after. Brian bolted out of the car and tried to get me out. I was unable to move at that point due to another strong contraction and he yelled he was going in to get me a wheelchair. I basically laughed at him…I had a baby head between my legs, I wasn’t going to be sitting on anything! After that contraction passed I got up and waddled to the door. The main entrance was locked so I had to go straight into the ER. I had not made it two feet inside the lobby when another contraction hit. Brian and a nurse (?) ran out at that point. I guess I made some pushy type noises because the nurse yelled “don’t push, don’t push, lay down, lay down.” I yelled back that there was no way I could NOT push but I did lay down on the floor. At that point it is a blur to me. There were people pulling my pants off and someone was told to bring a gurney. A man I assumed was a doctor looked between my legs and said, ”yes the head is out”. He started yelling for people to bring suction, to bring clamps, to bring him stuff. I was lifted on the gurney and as I was wheeled from the lobby into the ER waiting room as another contraction hit. I pushed involuntarily and Wes’s shoulders arrived, seconds later I heard him cry and some ER doctor held up a purple, crying, wiggling baby for me to see. They did whatever they had to do to him, wrapped him up well and quickly I was holding him, cord still attached. Shortly after that, while holding little Wes, I was wheeled in the gurney up to L&D. The OB I had spoken to on the phone came in and then I delivered the placenta.. While all this is going on I am just grinning saying over and over again, “I did it, I did it!”

That is how little Wes came into the world. Drug free, monitor free, IV free, basically all medical intervention free. I did not plan to have him in the lobby/ ER but I am thrilled I got to experience what my body can do without doctors adding to mix."

2 comments:

Christy @ Insanity Is Not An Option said...

It's amazing how different all births are, isn't it? I have 4 by birth and all were VERY different experiences. Thanks for sharing this story here. I am always interested in reading what others are thinking as this miracle of life begins!

Joy said...

First I have to say I love the pics of your son! The one in the little sweater is to cute! Thanks for sharing your birth story it's always such a different experience from person to person. The only thing about birth that is certain is it's uncertainty! Just found you via exposure 99%, following!

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