I woke up 4:30 am on March 20th in active labour. Called the midwife, doula, and my aunt (who was to be there for Jesse) and then puttered around doing a couple things before waking mom. I left Steve and Jesse (Steve was sleeping in Jesse's room because Jesse woke up crying in the middle of the night). Midwife, her assistant, and my doula got here around 6:15 maybe. The midwife got my vitals and checked fetal heart tones and told me to eat (I didn't want to but she insisted) and everyone else went to work setting up stuff. My doula gave me a bit of a neck massage. Steve, hearing all the commotion, thought my mom was up making a racket and was about to rip into her when he saw all the people and figured out what was going on. Jesse figured out that the baby was coming, lifted up my night dress and started rubbing my belly saying "open...open". (hilarious!)
I decided at around 7 am that I should go pee (last time I did was around 5 am) so I went upstairs. I peed and then things started getting really intense. I had a couple of intense contractions where I just had to vocalize and I started feeling grunty. The birth pool was about filled at that time and I said I wanted to get in "NOW". Apparently Jayme (midwife) said something about making sure I was at least 5 cm dilated before getting in and apparently I cursed at her and had another contraction and felt really pushy and felt something come out (likely a lot of bloody show) so I whipped off my night dress and climbed in the birth pool. That was 7:20 am. I immediately got on my hands and knees and leaned against the side of the birth pool. The next contraction I had that really overwhelming urge to push and gave 'er. My membranes ruptured with a pop and I felt the baby move down and felt the stretching and burning. Baby started crowning and I was cursing and yelling. I yelled, "I wish I had that ****ing gas!" All this while Jesse was calm as anything (my mom was watching him...Aunt Cathy was coming from 2 hours away and didn't have nearly enough time to get there before all this happened). He brought me over his baby doll (the one that I had as a child) to make me feel better. Anyways, baby was crowning FAST and Jayme was doing all she could to protect my perineum and slow things down. I was even able to breathe through some of it. But in the end instinct won over and out came Quinn's head and then his shoulders. Jayme said "Amber, catch your baby!" and I put my hands down and she passed him through my legs and I pulled him up and sat back down in the pool. That was 7:29 am. I'd been in the birth pool for 9 minutes.
Quinn was corded twice so Jayme quickly unwrapped it so I could pull him up a bit higher. He was breathing right away. Jayme had been prepared for deep suctioning because a nurse at my second last biophysical profile had said that a hazy area of fluid looked like meconium to her. In the end, there was no meconium and she didn't even need the bulb syringe. Everyone started saying, "What is it?!" and someone said to let Jesse check. So we asked Jesse (I held the baby's legs open) and he said, "It's a BABY!" :lol: We asked again and he said, "It's a boy!" So sweet. The midwife checked the babe out a little while we sat there in the pool and he was obviously fine, with the exception of some facial bruising and a couple of broken blood vessels in his eyes (due to the precipitous birth). Apgars of 8 and 9. She was a bit worried about me though because I was a bit shell-shocked. She kept checking my pulse, thinking she might have to break out the oxygen for me.
Shortly after that I started feeling really bad. My whole bottom started aching really badly and I was moaning a lot. So with the baby still attached and him in my arms, everyone lifted me to stand and helped me out of the pool and onto the bed. They got me all dried off and we got the baby latched on to help encourage the placenta along. Jesse, seeing a baby on his boobies, insisted on nursing too....the more the merrier. I wasn't bleeding much at all though. There was very little blood in the pool water, and I wasn't bleeding heavily. I cramped and delivered the placenta at 8:03 am. Jayme estimates I lost less than 250 mls total. Shortly after that she checked me out and I had torn...we just weren't sure how badly. After I rested a bit she was able to assess me better and figured the tear was too much for her to suture, so she called Dr. Miller, who said I should head in to the L&D ward for the repair. We sort of decided to wait a bit and then go, since I was still pretty out of it and didn't really want to move at all. In the meantime, the baby was all weighed and measured and Jayme did his newborn assessment. He was 9 lbs 3 oz, 52 cms long, with a 36.5 cm head (completely unmolded, just like Jesse's was at birth).
In the afternoon, after the 6 hours PP observation, Jayme needed to go check on another client who was contracting and possibly ruptured, so she sent me in to the L&D with her other assistant, Erin, who's also a nurse. My mom came too and we brought the baby. Dr. Miller came in to assess me and numbed me up pretty well for it. He decided I had a partial 3rd degree tear so he got the OB to come in and assess me and she ended up doing the suturing. I tore right along my scar from Jesse's birth (which is part of the reason it didn't bleed much). You could tell the OB was pretty hostile towards home birth and all, but she really didn't say anything about it with Dr. Miller there. You could also tell she wasn't thrilled with this being a very post-dates pregnancy. Apparently she's VERY pushy with induction for post-dates. There was some talk of admitting me and taking me to the OR for an epidural/spinal etc... but Dr. Miller knew that I really did not want that. The OB also ordered 900 mg of clindamycin IV to prevent infection since it had been a few hours since the birth (she then prescribed a very high dose of oral clindamycin for 5 days...which I didn't really take notice of since I had other things on my mind). Anyways, the repair was done under local numbing (though I could still feel a LOT and it was incredibly uncomfortable) and then I got to go home. We were only there for about 2 hours total, and the suturing took a good hour of that, so it wasn't too bad.
We came home to a wonderful supper delivered by my mom's friend (she also brought gifts for Jesse and the baby). I tried to go to sleep around midnight, but the baby was having none of it. He was wide awake and HUNGRY from midnight til 6 am, when we both finally drifted off for a couple of hours. Steve had to go out with Jesse around 2 am, so I was on my own for all of that. It was HARD. It hurt so bad to move or to even sit, so I ended up figuring out how to nurse a newborn lying down. This baby has a MUCH better latch than Jesse did, and I actually have nipples this time, so I'm expecting that part to be much easier.
Oh, and today we finally decided on his name. We'd been throwing around the name Quinn for a while, and Steve figured it was appropriate, since the baby was born on the spring eQUINox. :lol: Then we had to figure out a middle name. And really, there isn't much that goes well with Quinn, but we both liked Oliver.