Your dad was off work, the freezer was stocked, all the last
minute baby projects were completed.
Much like during T’s pregnancy, my blood pressure would get
high when I was stressed, but generally I was able to bring it down by going
deep inside myself and imagining a peaceful place.
Twice, during this pregnancy, we had to schelp over to
Kaiser, check in, and practically fight with the staff there to get minimal
testing to be sure I didn’t have pre-eclampsia.
They checked my blood pressure, drew blood, did an ultrasound, and
monitored your heart rate. Each time we
went everything was perfect with my health and it confirmed the fact that I did
NOT want to give birth in a hospital.
Before I was pregnant the first time, I never would have
thought that there would be such a mind/body connection possible. Aside from any labor techniques, I was able
to bring my blood pressure down from 154/79 to 118/79. That is huge.
I closed my eyes and imagined my body getting very heavy. Then I pictured myself on the hot tub deck at
the river house with a glass of cold white wine and my two boys playing legos
on the deck quietly. It always worked.
My 30th birthday and your due date came and
went. I was starting to become more uncomfortable,
and in an effort to keep my blood pressure low, I cut off almost all contact to
the outside world. This was frustrating
to so many people, I’m sure, since we’re deep into construction and permitting
at the river house and I was the manager of the project at one point!
We did a lot of walking to the beach and back, through the
park, in the neighborhood, but since my last check with the midwives, on my due
date (3/25) my cervix was dilated to a 6, I just assumed that at any minute I
would go into labor.
Five days after my due date on 3/30, Bibi, Stephanie, your
dad and I were sitting in the living room chatting. I had taken some herbal tinctures (under
guidance from the midwives) the day before and also taken some that day. I had tried to take castor oil that day as
well, but threw it all up around three o’clock and never saw any effects from
it.
Around 8pm, I had my first contraction. Since our midwives had pretty much said that
the baby could come within an hour of going into labor, we called them and they
all came over immediately (Ami, Kara, and Hanna). I was in pretty bad pain, so I hopped in the
tub (since I was already a six, I didn’t think it would slow anything down).
Already, I knew that this labor was so different from my
last. With Turner’s birth, I had no
break between contractions. There was no
chatting, no laughing. I was a wild
animal in pain and nothing would help.
If you got in my way, I would physically assault you since I couldn’t
find a place in my brain for words.
This labor was amazing.
My contractions had a clear beginning and end. I would have a minute or two between them and
I would feel totally fine. The
contractions themselves varied from minor to very intense pain.
At one point, my midwife told me that another mama (that I
had met through our group pre-natal visits) was in labor as well – so she would
be leaving and the other midwife would come.
I loved it b/c most mamas only get one of the midwives at their birth
and I got both!
My contractions slowed down for a bit, so I got out of the
tub to walk around. This REALLY helped
bring them on faster and harder – but the pain was unbearable.
When my labor initially started, my mom had climbed into bed
with Turner in case he woke up. At this
point, around 1am, I heard him crying.
I climbed into the tub and my contractions stopped. I just listened. Eventually his crying stopped and I heard him
talking about sesame street. I heard he,
Tim and my mom leaving the house (at 1am) to go watch sesame street at her flat
(right above ours). It was really
amazing how my “plan” for what to do with T was happening EXACTLY as I had
pictured it. The minute the door closed, I had an intense contraction. That mind/body connection was present
again. I couldn’t labor while my son was
awake.
I was becoming really frustrated with the lack of increasing
intensity of the contractions. At one
point I decided to go for a walk around the block (when I suggested this to the
midwives, I got a very funny look).
Halfway down the stairs, I had a major contraction and decided to stick
closer to home.
But, I did start climbing our interior stairs. Up and down, stopping for contractions and
bringing them on faster and faster. Once
I was confident they were fast enough, I started circling our house – stopping
at the front entrance (same place I labored with Turner) and leaning on our
shoe/entry table.
I still didn’t feel like much was happening so I checked in
with my midwives. We decided to do an
internal check to see how dilated I was and possibly break my waters to get
things going again. It was 2:30am at
this point. I was tired, and honestly, a
little bored with the whole thing. I
kept saying that I knew I just had too much downtime.
Waiting for one final contraction to finish, I got checked
on my bed. I had gone from 6cm two weeks
before to SEVEN F-ING centimeters after 6 hours of labor. We decided to go ahead with breaking the
water.
At 2:30, my midwife reached in to break my bag. She wasn’t certain she had gotten it since
his head was really well engaged in my cervix.
Immediately, I had a contraction that felt like my entire labor with
Turner. I turned into an animal. I ran, naked, across the house and jumped
into the tub. On my knees with my arms
hanging over the edge, I started making low OOOO sounds. They would eventually turn into screams and
cussing. I had a several second break
until the next one came. The Oooopen
noises I had been making somehow made it worse – but I guess they were successfully
helping to open my cervix, because on the next contraction I started bearing
down.
Now with Turner, pushing and bearing down was
delightful. I loved every second of
it. This was HORRIFYING. It was happening very fast, I wasn’t ready,
and it felt much different than with T.
I was a little confused since moments before I still had 3 cm to dilate,
so it took me a second to realize I was pushing.
I announced I was pushing and heard someone reference the
fact that they were checking me. I heard
“complete.” Not that anyone could have
stopped me at that moment.
My midwife was kneeling in front of me and I had grabbed her
hand and was tearing into it with each straining push. After two pushes, I yelled, “he’s
coming.” I remembered they wanted me to
lean back with Turner, so I automatically leaned back. I heard them yell for Tim who was in the back
room for some reason. With one more
push, his head was out. I couldn’t get
his body though – someone checked for a cord – which was wrapped around his
neck. Once they got that off, someone
unhooked his shoulder and he came flying out.
Dude was crying.
Looked like his grandfather.
I was exhausted.
The next few days were really hard. I was exhausted and Turner was sad to miss so
much of his mama. The new baby didn’t
sleep well until my milk came in, so I was running on empty.
We’re on day 7 of Baby Daschel’s life and I’m blissed out at
the moment.
We’ve figured out a way for me to have “special time” with
T. My milk came in and with the help of
a nipple shield, Baby D is getting plenty of milk and is sleeping like a champ.
It truly feels like my family is complete now. I’m a boy mom and I’m thrilled.
