Baby Cakes: A Natural Birth Story

As you fantastic readers are soon to discover, I am a huge proponent of natural birth. No this isn't because I have a 'I'm better than you' syndrome, nor am I one of the delusional women who will tell you that birth is a painless experience. No no no. It's because I am such a Type A pain in the ass that I feel an unexplainable urge to research as much as I can on almost every new adventure that I embark on. Birth definitely being one of the most life changing of all. And my findings yielded a definite conclusion that cannot be disputed even by the most surgery happy OB: natural birth is safer for mom, for baby, and for billfold. After deciding on a natural birth I still ended up being induced with my first daughter due to pre-eclampsia. I had no pain medication and ended up with a baby in the NICU and a not so pleasant birth experience. The second time went quite different (and much faster and crazier!).

Here is my story.

On wednesday, June 26th, The day before I delivered baby cakes #2 I was getting a lot of stuff done around the house. I mowed the lawn, pulled weeds while squatting, helped my friend shampoo my carpets, cleaned out all my daughters toy boxes and reorganized them. I was hoping I would start feeling some contractions but I didn't feel anything other than low pressure when I would walk. I went to sleep that night and woke at 1am with very minimal cramping. A friend of mine had been induced and delivered her daughter the evening before and we have the same doula, T. She was still awake and coming down from that birth so I chatted with her a little bit and made a joke 'you need to get some rest and get ready for the next birth!' And then of course reassured her that I was feeling nothing and that I was sure it would be a few days at least. I read a couple birth stories online, checked Facebook and I went back to sleep around 2am.

At 3:30 I woke up with a crampy feeling. I felt a little like I needed to poop, or let out a huge fart. I tried and failed to use the bathroom and still felt crampy but I was noticing a sort of regularity. At 4am I decided to take a hot shower to see if they would subside and in the meantime I had my husband, L, start timing them with an iPhone app. The shower did not help stop them but rather sped them up. I was still in denial and was sure I was just having gas pains. Who wants to call their midwife in from almost 4 hours away for a fart? L on the other hand, after seeing the contractions were every 2 minutes, called our midwife P, and doula T. P lives 250 miles away and left her house immediately. T headed to our house as well.

At this point I finished showering and got ready for the day. My stomach was growling so I asked L to make bacon and eggs. The contractions started to get more intense, to the point that I had to concentrate through them, and were lasting 35-40 seconds. T arrived quickly and set up some essential oils. P called the local student midwife, J, and she also headed out to the house. When food was finished it no longer sounded appetizing so I ate a couple bites of Greek yogurt instead. T suggested we walk around outside to see if that would slow things down in cool air. About 5 minutes of walking outside I vomited. This is when J pulled up to the house. We went inside, she checked my vitals and called P to update her.

I was in the zone now. I had to vocalize through contractions and was swaying and leaning on a ball. It was at this point that the decision was made to transfer to the hospital since it was obvious that P wasn't going to make it in time, and J didn't feel 100% comfortable catching the baby. I wasn't happy about the transfer, especially since nothing was wrong. I went along with it though. L called my grandma to come over from a couple houses down and watch my 21 month old daughter. L and J laid down the seats in the back of my car and threw pillows and blankets back there so I would be somewhat comfortable. We loaded up, me on my knees and elbows surrounded by J and T. P called ahead to the hospital and told them we were on our way and I was in precipitous labor. By now it was after 7am.

L drove the 25 miles at over 100mph to the hospital as I was screaming in the back and trying my hardest not to push. With every contraction the pressure was unbearable but T kept telling me to keep my chin up and don't push. The car ride was definitely the most excruciating ride of my life. When we got to the hospital L pulled into the ambulance bay and we were met by the ER staff and a stretcher. I piled on and the nurses literally sprinted me through the halls while I was vocalizing (loudly!) through contractions. Once we made it to a delivery room I was checked and told I was complete. The on call doctor wasn't there yet and I was told not to push. I climbed onto the bed backwards and started pushing on my hands and knees anyway.

P arrived then, handed them my medical chart, asked who was on charge, and saw that baby was crowning, and that the nurses (all 8 or 9 of them) were just standing there staring at me. One nurse approached me in the middle of a particularly brutal contraction with a tourniquet and told me she was starting an IV. I told her no, and she said I had to. I yelled no at her and she retreated. My water broke during a push with a very audible pop, and the fluid was clear. P knew the baby was coming and the doctor wasn't going to make it, so she gloved up, and told me to turn around on the bed since I was fighting gravity. I flipped around and the next contraction I pushed out the head. She had a very tight nuchal cord which P removed, and the next contraction her body was born at 7:51am.

The on call doctor walked in when I had the baby on my chest. L got to announce that it was a girl and the doctor clamped and cut the cord before it stopped pulsating. I delivered the placenta after the doctor tugged on the cord, and was given an injection of pitocin and dose of cytotec. The drugs were unnecessary since I did not have much bleeding. I had a very minor first degree tear which he sutured, even though it did not require stitches. The nurses did all the checks on baby while she was on my chest and I had to be quite firm with them when I declined a bath and nursery visit. She was 6 pounds, 14.5 ounces and 19.5" long.

She latched on and nursed for 2 hours straight while the nurses left us totally alone in the delivery room and I chatted with P, T, J and R (the other midwife who came from Montana as well but left after P). L made a run to the cafeteria to get me some bacon. We moved to the room shortly after and I got a shower, and cleaned up. I still can't believe how great I felt immediately after giving birth. The thing that hurt the worst was my throat from vocalizing! Recovery from the second birth was amazingly quick and easy, I felt 100% about 5 hours later.

I didn't get the peaceful home birth I wanted. Instead I got a crazy awesome story to tell everyone (even if they don't want to hear it). Sometimes things don't always go according to plan, but it's important to know what you want and to roll with the punches! I've got two beautiful, healthy little girls and that's what matters the most.

xoxo
-S