Five Alarm Birth

At first I only made it to the count of four because the EMT's were holding my legs wrong and not giving me enough resistance to push. I jerked my leg away and pulled them up to my bottom. The female paramedic said, "Right there! Right there!" and I started pushing again.

This time it was to the count of eight and our baby's blissfully small head was out. Another push of six brought the rest of our newest daughter into the world at 6:55 pm. (7 lbs 9 oz, 19.5").

The firefighter waiting in the living room with hubby and my eldest daughter suggested that maybe my husband should get to the bedroom since he heard a baby crying. My husband was able to cut the umbilical cord (they didn't have scissors, so he had to use a scalpel which sprayed blood everywhere) before the female paramedic announced that it was a girl and rushed her to the ambulance. Wrapping me up, the guys had to carry me down the hall to the gurney waiting in the living room. I said a quick goodbye to my daughter and tried to reassure her that I was fine.

My hospital was too far away (and I really didn't want to see Dr. Schmuck anyway), so I was taken to a nearby hospital. Our baby daughter spent her next 12 hours in the NICU due to her respiratory problems, gray skin tone, and unstable body temperature. I can't begin to describe how thankful I am that she was healthy and we made it through this in one piece.

The full impact of her birth didn't hit me until I was standing in my room again 3 days later. Feelings returned to me in waves as I tried to grapple with my conflicting emotions: fear of the unknown and the peace of motherhood collided.

Honestly, it has taken me a long time to be able to share this story without breaking down into tears. What has finally brought me peace is rather odd though. Dr. Schmuck has chosen to tell quite a few blatant lies about his role in this event to his superiors. It proves that he can't defend his actions, and that's as close to an apology as I'll ever get. Besides, if her birth was this interesting, I'm a little scared to see what her teenage years will bring.

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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!