This is the last of the birth stories for now. Some of you will be glad to see them go. As I'm becoming more active in blogging, I'm trying to convey our whole lifestyle rather than just the homesteading portion because that was the original intent of the blog way back when I first started it.
On Sunday, May 29th I texted my midwife and let her know that it hurt to
stand, sit, or walk so I’d be lying down for the rest of the day. I
also had bloody show a lot that day. By that evening, I had MrLivingOurWay call the
other midwife asking if I should go ahead and sit and walk to make
progress since the contractions were coming 7-9 minutes apart of if I
should lie down and space my contractions to 20 minutes apart to rest.
The midwife instructed me to go ahead and rest. We could always have a
baby tomorrow so that’s what I did.
I woke up on Monday, May
30th at 5:30 am with contractions about 7-9 minutes apart and now it
didn’t matter whether I stood or slept. They were still coming. I had MrLivingOurWay call the midwives around 6:30 or 7:00 am. I called my mom and let
her know that we were having a baby today so it’d be a good idea to go
ahead and leave. The midwife informed him that she was in her car and
would be on her way as soon as she stopped by the office. She arrived
around 8:30 am. By 9:30 the apprentice had shown up as well. She asked
me what I had for breakfast…uh oh…I had forgotten so MrLivingOurWay fixed bacon and
a dutch baby for us. I remember during breakfast telling MrLivingOurWay to hurry
up as I was certain in an hour it would be so bad I wouldn’t be able to
eat. It turns out there was nothing to worry about.
contractions all but stopped. The midwives entertained themselves. We
went on a walk. The contractions continued to be light and sporadic.
This was frustrating and I started to feel really bad for calling the
midwives for what looked like nothing. Around 11:30 am they said they
were going for lunch and would be back. I had soup for lunch and then
went to rest. During the time they were gone the contractions became
regular at 4-6 minutes apart and there was a lot more bloody show. When
they came back, my contractions spaced back out. My mom arrived at
1:30 and they all but disappeared and I was getting frustrated. I
really felt I was wasting every one’s time.
I had been very
specific about no internal exams, but I finally asked for one around
4:00 pm or so. I was only at 4 cm, 90 % effaced. We began to talk
about some options for picking labor back up. They also informed me
that I needed to stop worring about everyone being there and that if
necessary, they could leave the house and entertain themselves for a few
hours. I picked cotton root bark. They gave me the tincture every 15
minutes for an hour while DH and I rested in our bed. With every dose,
the contractions began to pick up a little. After a while, I put on
the labor gown I’d purchased for modesty because my jeans were getting
uncomfortable. I went out to the dining room where my mom had dinner
fixed and had some potatoes and green beans. I finished them standing
up. The midwives soon after suggested that I use the birth pool for
pain relief. I expressed my concern that it would not do any good
during transition if I got in too soon. They told me that nothing was
going to help during transition so I should go ahead enjoy the pain
relief while I could. I changed and got into the birth tub where the
contractions were soon right on top of each other. I was informed this
was 3 minutes apart and was a little discouraged as I remembered heading
to the hospital at that point with my oldest and having her hours
later. The water did help though as I found it calming to look at as I
was having contractions. Around this time, the other midwife arrived
and I was grateful when MrLivingOurWay announced her arrival (the more knowledgeable people on hand, the better right?). Pretty soon I felt
the contractions spacing out and then change…I was pretty sure I was
supposed to push through that but my midwives refused to say. I
finally just said “This would be more productive if I knew if I could
push”. So the midwife checked and said there was no cervix. I stood
and leaned on MrLivingOurWay and a few contractions later my water broke all over him. This was painful and I spent the next 15 minutes letting everyone
know it in a variety of different ways. Eventually my legs felt like
they were going to collapse so I turned to lean over the bed and pushed
him out a few contractions later. Unfortunately, as they helped me set
the baby on the bed, I failed to step forward with the baby and broke
the cord. The midwives were great though and one grabbed the half still
connected to the baby and another grabbed the end connected to me.
Everything was clamped quickly. Even before the placenta was delivered I
received 3 stitches for a 2nd degree tear. BabyFindingOurWay was 8 lbs 12 oz. the
biggest of our kids by far.
Looking back, I had 15 hours of labor, 1 hour and 7 minutes of it was active and 15 minutes was pushing.
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