I woke up at 6 on Friday, June 25th and I noticed that my water was leaking. I’m pretty
sure it had been trickling for a week or so, but this was a noticeably larger amount. I
decided to cut Trevor’s hair in case Friday ended up being the day. I didn’t want him to look
like a caveman in the pictures... lol I had a Dr’s appointment scheduled for the afternoon,
so I decided to wait until then to tell him about the leaking fluid. Trevor had other ideas,
called the hospital, and they wanted me to come in.
Got to the hospital, did an NST- and I was having very few mild contractions. The nurse
confirmed that it was in fact amniotic fluid. We live in a small remote city which only has
one Obstetrician, so our family doctor was our attending physician. He had been wonderful
my entire pregnancy and was very supportive of my wishes to have a natural birth. We
knew our baby was going to be large, but he never suggested an induction to me because
he knew it would raise the risk of medical interventions significantly. He was especially
mindful of the fact that Ainsley was in a posterior position, increasing the risk of a c/s even
He has to report to the OB on any obstetrical cases, and the OB had been pushing for an
elective c/s. When the OB found out I was leaking fluid without going into active labor, he
pushed for an immediate induction, followed by c/s at 24 hours if there was no baby. My
doctor stood up to him, and bought me the rest of the evening to go into labor on my
own. If I didn’t go into labor, he would start an induction the next morning.
I was pretty stressed because I was nervous about being induced and the possibility of a
c/s. Plus, I knew I was on a time limit, and I hate that feeling! I went walking that night
and spent a lot of time on my birth ball trying to get labor started. I was sipping RRL tea
the entire time, too.
I didn’t go into labor on my own, so Trevor and I reported to the hospital at 4 a.m. (ugh) I
have horrible veins, so they finally got my IV set up and monitors on at about 6 a.m. They
started an oxytocin drip, and I started feeling contractions at 6:30 a.m. I was pretty
discouraged (but trying to be positive), because this was turning out to be the opposite of
what I wanted. Here I am on oxytocin, lying on my back in a hospital bed.
At least our nurse was pretty awesome. She and a fellow nurse had just started the daily
crossword puzzle from the newspaper, so she brought it in for me to work on while we
were waiting for labor to begin. I kept thinking, wow, I’m going to look like a moron. It’s
five in the morning, I’m having contractions, I’m not in any mindframe to be doing a
crossword. But, my competitive nature won out, and I almost completed it before the
contractions got more serious.
At 9 a.m., the nurse told me that the baby was responding so well to the induction that
they would let me go off the monitors and have free reign to move around and do
whatever I’d like. I was ecstatic! My doctor came in at 9:30 to check my progress. When
the nurses told me he was coming in, I took my earbuds out of my ears. (I was listening to
my ipod.) Well, only one ear bud came out. The little squishy attachment for the other
earbud stayed in my ear. Then, when I tried to get it out with my fingers, I pushed it way
up in my ear out of reach. So here I am panicking about looking like an idiot with an earbud
stuck in my ear... lol I quickly told the nurse and she had to use these long tweezers to get
it out before the Dr. came in. Lol I told her I bet she never used those for that purpose
So back to the story- Doctor R. Is checking my progress. Well, lack of progress I guess. I
was still 3 cm, (which I had been for at least 2 weeks already), and I could tell he was a
little worried. He got permission from the OB to up my oxytocin level past the maximum
amount, and he decided to completely break my water. Once my water broke, the
contractions were immediately super intense. I don’t remember ever having contractions
like that with Aidan!
I decided to go into the shower on my birth ball to encourage Ainsley to move down (due
to her position, she was having a hard time moving down in my pelvis). The contractions
became almost intolerable. I am a Christian, and prepared for this birth by using prayer,
worship, and meditation on scripture to deal with the pain. So I’m in the shower listening
to my worship music and DH was reading my scriptures to me when the contractions got
stronger. I was not prepared for the intensity of the contractions- oxytocin contractions
with a very large baby in posterior position were not fun. They were so close together that
I would only have a second to regroup before the next one hit. I started to panic a bit and
felt like I was losing my composure.
We had an amazing nurse who actually used to be a hospital chaplain. She was amazing!
She was so encouraging, and it really felt like I had a doula there instead of a typical nurse.
She is a travelling nurse, and this was only her second shift. (I had her the day before when
I went in). Now that I look back wondering why I wasn’t going into labor earlier, I can see
how much I needed her and how hard it would have been to do this without her. She
challenged me and pushed me to stay with my wishes of having a natural birth, and even
prayed with me and calmed me down when I started panicking. She was reminding me
how to breathe (funny how fast you forget how to breathe during labor! ) and helping me
focus. She and Trevor did an amazing job encouraging me.
Even with their encouragement, the pain was getting so bad that I asked for some fentanyl
ready in case I couldn’t take it anymore. I just wanted a second of relief to regain my
composure because the pain was starting to panic me. I figured just knowing it was there
waiting for me if I needed it would help. I just kept thinking how I was only 3 cm an hour
ago, and I was going to have to be dealing with this for quite some time before I’d be ready
About 20 minutes later, I told the nurse that I felt like I needed to have a BM and I couldn’t
sit on my ball anymore because there was too much pressure. That caught her off guard- I
thought that I really just needed to have a BM, but she knew that it wouldn’t be long.
Right then my Dr. came in to check on me. I got on the bed and he said I was a good 7
cm, and he figured I would be ready to push in an hour. (it was 11 a.m. now- an hour and a
half after I was 3 cm) When he left I had to get off the bed! My contractions were on top
of each other so much that it took the span of three of them to get from my bed to
standing, to on my knees on the floor at the end of my bed. So, I’m on my knees on the
floor with my head and hands on the foot of the bed. My contractions and the pressure are
so strong, every time I had one I felt like I was climbing the bed trying to get away from
When my Dr. came in at 11, he knew I was close so he told the nurse not to give me the
drugs. He knew that I would regret it, and he didn’t want it to slow down the process or for
Ainsley to have any side effects from it. I probably could have hurt them at that point,
because I was in so much pain. I’m really glad now that they didn’t give it to me. I was
trying to breathe and just kept reading the same scripture over and over again.
Here, everything went crazy. I was on my knees for about 10 minutes when I told the
nurse I couldn’t help but push. I would give two little pushes every contraction because I
couldn’t handle it otherwise. The nurse figured I was just feeling more pressure, so she
encouraged me not to push, and told me it would be soon. Then she checked me, and sure
enough Ainsley’s head was crowning. All of a sudden I heard her ripping things open behind
me and getting everything ready for delivery while calling in the other nurse. I guess she
was talking to me, but I was in my own space and had no idea.
The nurses told me I needed to get on the bed, so here I was frantically trying to crawl up
on the bed. Somehow by the miracle of God, I got partially on the bed. I was still on my
hands and knees and now they were asking me to move up on the bed. I tried my best,
but I’m pretty sure I didn’t do a very good job of this. The whole time they’re telling me not
to push, and I was crying out “Jesus, help me!” during contractions (lol), and when a
contraction ended, I would apologize profusely for pushing when they asked me not to. I’m
pretty sure they got quite a kick out of this- especially Trevor. They asked me to get on
my back, and I told them no. I wasn’t going to push out a posterior baby on my back. I
did manage to get on my right side, which felt so much better, and I think opened up my
pelvis the right way to help Ainsley come out. The nurse then assured me that she had
delivered before, so now that they were prepared, I could push (my doctor was frantically
trying to get to the hospital now- he had just left thinking he had an hour or so).
By the time my Dr. came in, Ainsley’s head was out to her ears. It was amazing. Even
with an epi, when I had Aidan all I could remember was the horrible pain when giving birth.
This time, I could feel everything and really focus on what was going on. Even though I felt
like I was out of control, all of a sudden I could feel when the burning would become
intense, and I would relax my muscles and quit pushing for a moment. No one told me
when to push, no one counted. They just told me to do what felt right. It was amazing.
The problem was, she had shoulder dystocia. She came out with her head turned
sideways, and her shoulder was stuck on my pubic bone. So, she was “turtle-ing” meaning
her head would only come out to her ears, and then go back in again. Also, her cord was
wrapped around her neck. That wouldn’t have been serious, except for the dystocia, which
causes pressure on the cord.
So, it was a good thing that the Dr. showed up. We had previously discussed the
possibilities of this happening (it’s more common with large posterior babies), so when he
told me to go on my back, I knew exactly what was going on. They had to hyperflex my
hips (which feels fantastic* (sarcasm) when you already have a misaligned pelvis), and I
had to push as hard as a I could while the Dr. reached in and released her shoulder. After
that, she came right out screaming!
I couldn’t believe everything went so well. It was very intense, but even with the induction,
I got to follow my birth plan beautifully. Ainsley was 10 lbs 4 oz, and 21 inches long. Even
with her head coming out sideways, I ended up with a tiny tear. I only got that because of
her shoulder. I am beyond thrilled! I still can’t believe how fast it went- I walked in the
hospital thinking an induction would take a while, and preparing to have to have a c/s, but I
got my wishes.
Our first family picture
TTC #3 since January, 2011
DH Trevor, married 08/2005
DS Aidan, 12/31/2006
DD Ainsley, 06/26/2010