Lindsay Shares Her Birth Story
My birth story reminds me of shopping for my wedding dress. I always pictured my dress as simple, strapless, and without beads. MY wedding dress had straps, a train, and beads all over it and it was PERFECT! The moral of this birth is Never Say Never. (and it has nothing to do with Justin Bieber!)
I woke up at 2:00 am Sunday morning to a ‘pop’ and a gush of water. I never imagined my labor starting this way. I was so happy to see that the water was clear. I ‘tried’ to sleep, but was happy when our 4 year old son came to our bed at 6:00am. Contractions hadn’t started, which confused me. We got up and went and had breakfast at Waffle House. My husband took our son to my in-laws and I went back to bed. At 10:30, I texted my sister to come from Athens. I wanted to have some fun before the hard work. She arrived at noon and I was having mild contractions. We went for a walk, talked, ate subs, and watched TV. I went to take a nap around 2:00 and contractions started picking up, so I got on the birth ball and listened to hypnobabies. Our doula came to check on me. We all knew I still had hours to go, so my sister and I went to the mall and walked around. I would lean over the railing and have contractions. I knew the walking was good.
Once home, I got down to business. I got in the back, on the ball, did squats and lunges. All while listening to hypnobabies and vocalizing during contractions. Sister, doula, and husband were all close by supporting me. I threw up and contractions were 4 minutes apart so we headed to the hospital at midnight. I knew it was almost over! As we drove from the house, we all heard something (sounded like a camera) fall off the top of the van, but nobody said anything. We got to the hospital and found out I was at 6 cm. I was good with that knowing I would go fast from 7-10.
Once in the room and hearing the nurse’s annoying response to the fact that I wasn’t putting on a hospital gown, I asked for my hypnobabies. <Could have heard a pin drop!> My sweet and loving husband had to break the news that my cd player had fallen off the van and we didn’t have it. The next 15 hours are a blur. Contractions slowed to 8 and 10 minutes apart. This time was filled with squatting, rocking, dancing, moaning, duck walking to the bathroom, and getting checked. Every movement and thought was focused on OPENING.
Around 10:00 am, I was at 7cm and was wanting an epidural. I was crying and starting to feel like this just wasn’t going to work. I felt defeated. I gave into the fact that I wasn’t going to enjoy this birth, and that made me very sad. I wondered if I would even get a baby in the end! Slowly I was at 8cm, then 9cm, then 9cm with a ‘lip’. My only thought was picturing my cervix and trying to will it to open. At 3:00pm, we decided and mentioned that pitocin may help my body get to 10cm. I had been at 9 1/2 for so long without the urge to push, though I had tried several times.
I tried to say I wouldn’t do pitocin without an epidural, but was convinced by everyone it would go so fast I could do it! I got hooked up and starting pitocin. I was so exhausted; we all were. Finally I sat up out of labor land and very seriously asked: “why am I not getting an epidural?”. I wanted an answer. I said point blank that I wanted one. Ten minutes later I was laying in bed at 9 1/2 cm sleeping with an epidural! Two hours later, in great spirits, I pushed my daughter out. When she was born, she had her cord around her neck three times, which may have kept her from descending to push me to 10. I was amazed and blessed to feel her come out. River Ann was born at 5:27 pm. 8lbs 3oz, 21 inches.
Later, I literally laughed out loud at the scene of ME pushing on my back, with the nurse counting to ten, and my legs being held up. EXACTLY opposite to how I had planned. And it was PERFECT!