~*~ Birth Story for Brooke Malin S. ~*~
Contractions started around 12:42am on Wednesday, November 17th when I was at home in bed. They were basically Braxton hicks (or so they felt) and would range from 9 minutes to 12 minutes apart (about 45 seconds long) and went on and off until around 2am. After 2am and until almost 3:30am I only had 4 contractions. The real “fun” started at 6:49am when they basically were still about 10 minutes apart, lasting for 45 seconds but soon I noticed they began to really make me need to use my relaxation techniques. Before then I was still using them, I was even listening to the HypnoBabies tracks to help fall asleep. When it got closer to 7:30am I noticed they jumped to being 7 minutes apart then from then on out they would range from 4-7 minutes apart (lasting the 45 seconds -- or so, I actually quick timing them, just recording when I felt the contraction come on). At 8:00am I called my midwife and she had a car full of boys so she had the other midwife call me. I then called my doula just to give her a heads up since the day before my last update to her was that I was 5 cms dilated. The other midwife asked how I was feeling and I told her that I felt like if they came up that I wouldn’t really be in labor and they would have made the 45 minute - 1 hour drive for nothing. She said to go make a nice breakfast (with tons of protein), eat, then go lay back down and relax. I got off the phone and did just that, except I ate a piece of toast, maybe a couple bites of my eggs, and finished my Instant Breakfast (since those are so yummy!). I had a very hard time sitting down to eat and I wasn’t very hungry. I had a lot of pressure and it was just plain uncomfortable (I felt like I had to go to the bathroom). All that time from waking up I was most comfortable leaning on my birth ball and/or on all fours rocking side to side and front and back (while having my “Easy First Stage” track on -- but in all honesty, I didn’t hear one word she was saying to me).
So I ended up putting my breakfast in the kitchen and gave up and went to lay down in bed. All it took was once contraction when I realized that there was no way I was going to be able to lay down, I basically cried mid-contraction and went out to the living room. Adam and Callie were still sleeping at this point. I had another contraction when I was laying on the couch and I cried through that one and after that I called my one midwife back (this was around 9am) and she said that she felt like she needed to be with me so she was going to call the other midwife and head up. I texted my doula to let her know too and she was already on her way. I woke up Adam and told him they were all on their way up so I needed him to move the coffee table out of the living room so I could vacuum and we could put the blow up mattress there. After I woke up Adam I called his work to let his mom know that things were happening and she should probably come on up even though Callie was still asleep.
In the hour it took for my one midwife to come I had many contractions that were VERY short, like 30 seconds or less short and I wasn’t keeping track of those times. By that point I figured why bother and I even took down the clock from the wall because the ticking sound was getting annoying. Callie ended up waking up so Adam got her all dressed and ready and soon enough Adam’s mom arrived. Around 10am my one midwife arrived and started to set all her stuff up, I blew up the air mattress and Adam got started with blowing up the birth tub. After they were all set up my midwife wanted to check me so we went into my room and just as she started my doula showed up right by my head (total surprise since I hadn’t heard her come in). I was checked and my midwife asked if I was ready, the day before she had the same type of tone so I honestly had no clue what to expect. I was thinking maybe I’d be at a 6 or 7 but nope, she said I was at 9 cms and she was able to stretch me to a full 10 cms! My bag was still bulging and that was the only thing left keeping Brooke from coming. I really wanted to use the birth pool, having a water birth was what I had envisioned but Brooke had completely other plans. Not only could we not find the faucet adapter but there was no way we would have been able to fill up the pool in time. We decided to go with Plan B and set up the bedroom for the delivery.
At 10:33am my midwife broke my water and basically I started the pushing from there. Brooke was born at 10:47am and the placenta was delivered about 5 minutes after. The last photo I have from home is taken at 10:54am and was when my midwives were trying to control my bleeding with massage (and I had to use nipple stimulation as well). And I was being told to drink, drink, drink! My doula was giving me water and juice to try to help. I got a shot of pit and even meth and neither worked so my midwife had DH call 911 and the EMTs were there very shortly after (we live 2 mins away from the hospital and less than a minute from the fire station). Before the EMTs got there my midwife tried to get an iv line in me but my veins weren’t helpful so when they showed up she backed off and they were able to get one, after trying pretty hard.
Basically after the EMTs got my IV line and started on some fluids I was given the option to lay on this thing (not sure what it is right now) and they could carry me to the gurney (since it couldn’t fit down the hallway into my room) or I could try to walk (with help of course). I tried to sit up (with help) and got light headed so they had to carry me. This was where it got difficult for Callie (the most traumatic portion for her I think). I was all strapped on (with a blanket of mine on me since I was freezing) and I could hear Callie ask where I was going. Later on at the hospital she had told me “we lost you.” It just broke my heart but I was conscience the whole time so I do remember telling her something along the lines of me being okay.
Once we got to the hospital that was a whole other story that I really don’t want to get into. We did get home a little after 2pm on Thursday (Nov 18th) and things have been going very smoothly. Brooke is doing awesome! She’s a great sleeper and nurser. She only cries when she’s being changed or if she’s super hungry/dirty diaper -- otherwise she’s a happy baby (just like her big sister was). I didn’t have any tearing (just some skid marks) and my bleeding is already almost gone; which is I guess to be expected since I already lost a bunch. I guess I lost 3 times the amount someone “normally” would. I’m on orders to consume a bunch of iron to get my levels back up so Adam will be getting a nice list of what I need and going shopping for it all tonight.
Given how everything turned out I am very happy and grateful for my wonderful birthing team. Even though we had our Plan B I think had we gone with Plan A things would have gone much worse, who knows what would have happened to me. At my home visit today my midwife was even saying it was a good thing my bag of waters was so strong and didn’t break on it’s own otherwise we probably would have had all this go down unassisted and then who knows how much blood I would have really lost. Having a fully natural child birth was definitely something to experience and I feel SO MUCH BETTER this time around postpartum than I did with my labor/delivery with Callie. If I had to do it all over again I would still choose the route I did, and I think that having the short labor was a BIG factor in it. I have such a feeling of accomplishment that beats out anything else I’ve done in the past and besides the postpartum hemorrhaging my birthing experience was amazing.