Five Alarm Birth

My mom left the room to call her and hubby came in to sit with me. At one point I told hubby that if he loved me he would kill me to make the pain stop. He didn't find that funny, so he went back in the living room with our daughter.

My mom returned for one last contraction before I asked her to take me somewhere, anywhere as long as they would help me (other hospitals would not admit me unless I was in emanate delivery). In true motherly fashion, she wanted me to go brush my teeth before we left. While brushing my teeth, I told her that I couldn't get back into the car again. She wanted to know if I meant that I wanted an ambulance, and then informed me that I would have to ride whether I was in a car or in an ambulance. I thought at least I could lie down in the ambulance.

She was trying to figure out if I was serious or not when I clutched the wall and groaned, "Mommy, help me." She yelled to my husband to call 911. Hubby walked into the room and said, "It's a federal offense to call 911 unless it's an emergency," to which I answered, "I'm pushing."

That was enough for him. I walked back over to the bed and put both hands out to ease into it. As I lifted my right leg I knew what I didn't want to admit. I heard my husband in the hallway telling the 911 operator, "Yeah. I think my wife is in labor." I shouted again that I was pushing. I didn't want the operator to wait thinking that we were just panicking. It was such a relief to hear the sirens of the ambulance in the background. I really didn't think they were going to make it in time.

From this point until our baby was born lasted an entire twelve minutes, although it seemed like an eternity at the time. I began yelling through the contractions to make sure that I didn't hold my breath and start pushing.

An ambulance, fire truck, and cop car pulled into our driveway. The two paramedics rushed into the bedroom to find me still on all fours while everyone else tried to get a gurney into the house. The first paramedic helped me out of my underwear and told her partner that she didn't see the head.

At this time all I could think was, "Great. All of this and I'm still not in labor."

As soon as her partner went to get some gear leaving the female paramedic all alone, my water broke and the head crowned. When the male paramedic returned I heard the female paramedic tell him that no one else was allowed into the room. I was still on all fours when I heard some type of debate going on over my shoulder.

I asked if there was a problem and was told that they were trying to figure out how to get me onto my back (neither had delivered a full-term baby in the field before, so they weren't sure if they could do it upside down). I answered that I would do whatever they wanted if they made the pain stop. So, they pushed our bedding onto the floor and spread out a sterile sheet.

Finally admitting that the gurney wasn't going to fit down the hall, the other four members of the rescue squad made their way into the bedroom. A police officer came to my head and tried encouraging me to push. I refused and begged everyone and anyone to take me to the hospital. I tried to explain that it wasn't supposed to happen this way; it was supposed to be at the hospital with lots of drugs involved.

The officer answered that it was going to be all right; I was at home with everyone I loved. I remember thinking, "Yeah whatever. Go away. Somebody else will understand and get me out of here."

In between contractions I kept apologizing to the paramedics, telling them that I wasn't normally like this and I was just scared. The male paramedic told me that it was okay and to try and remember my breathing. I thought, "I've been breathing for four days buddy. Where have you been?"

My Grandma finally arrived and ran into the bedroom leaving her car running in the middle of the street and the doors wide open. She clamped her hand over my mouth and told me that it was time to push. I told her that I was so scared and wanted to go to the hospital. Something about having her there made me realize that I had no choice in the matter and I started to push.


Your story really illustrates the fact that in our society, birth no longer belongs to the woman in labour.

A different read on your story would be that you were having a rather normal (though long and difficult) labour and were completely equipped (as most women are) to deliver your baby without any instrumentation (as you finally did).

It is unfortunate that you were made to feel so powerless and inappropriate by the doctors and nurses you encountered. Home births are really not that unusual in theory.

My take really is that doctors should only be involved in a birth when there is clear evidence that something is going wrong. Otherwise, there is very little that they can do for a labouring woman.

I certainly hope you did not pay the bills for this guys bad decisions.

What an amazing birth story! Kudos to you!