My Natural Birth Story

First of all, let me say that my purpose in recording my birth story is two-fold: one is to save the memories for myself and the other is to encourage other moms with a positive birth story (especially those of you considering natural birth).

It all started in July, when my husband, Thomas, and I found found out we were pregnant. We were both so excited! Our due date was March 11. The pregnancy itself was pretty normal. It started with a month or so of morning sickness. The second trimester was pretty uneventful, and the third trimester was pretty uncomfortable.

By the beginning of February, I was not feeling well at all and was tired of being pregnant. On February 25th, I began having frequent, time-able contractions, and I thought it was real labor. I called in sick for work, and Thomas stayed home with me. After about 14 hours of regular contractions, everything stopped. It was so disappointing! I decided after that to not return to work because the baby could arrive any day (or so I assumed). What I had experienced (prodromal labor) is said to make your real labor progress quickly when it does happen, and I didn’t want to be at work and suddenly begin active labor or something. I was also extremely uncomfortable at this point. My feet were very swollen, and it hurt to walk. I wasn’t getting much sleep at night either. I needed my rest so I’d be ready for our little Nicholas to arrive.

Thomas stayed home with me for three days but then returned to work the following week. There was no point in him missing so much work before the baby arrived. I would need his help after the birth. I had a list of ladies who were willing to take me to the Birth Center in Yoder if Thomas wasn’t able to get back to me in time. (He works an hour away).

Well finally the big day arrived: March 11. I had already been home from work for 2 weeks now, having random contractions, and I was bored out of my mind and ready to meet our little boy. But God clearly had other plans and was teaching us all to be patient. On March 12, we had our 40-week appointment with my midwife. This was the first time she “checked” me. I was not dilated at all and only 30% effaced. She said she doubted we’d have a baby this week. The plan was to come in the following Tuesday, March 17th. She would check me again and if I was at least 1 cm dilated, she could do a natural induction, send me home to labor, and have me come back when I was in active labor. If I wasn’t dilated, I was scheduled to have a sonogram on Wednesday, March 18th to look at the embryonic fluid levels and make sure the placenta wasn’t deteriorating. If it was, they’d do some kind of injection to induce (not pitocin, though) and then send me to the birth center. If everything on the sonogram was fine, they’d send me home, still pregnant. It was sad to think I’d still be pregnant for a week or more. I really wanted to meet this baby and hold him in my arms!

So I’m convinced that Nicholas takes after his mommy in the way of procrastinating because he waited until the last possible minute to begin his arrival. On Monday, March 16th, at 9:30 p.m., my water broke. What a weird feeling! I was laying on the couch watching TV and I felt a gentle pop. Then a minute or so later I felt a little gush like I had peed myself. I went to the bathroom and sure enough, it was my water breaking! This was it, I thought! The rest of the night, I tried what I could to get labor to progress: different positions on the yoga ball, walking around, etc. I also tried to eat some snacks to keep my energy up.

I called my midwife around 11:00 p.m., and she told me to try to get some rest. So we tried to go to bed but I couldn’t sleep. At about 1:00 a.m., the random contractions I’d been having for weeks became time-able. We didn’t get any sleep after that. The contractions got stronger as daylight approached.

At 7:00 a.m. on March 17th, my midwife called to check on me. Thomas told her that my contractions were about 4 minutes apart. Even though we already had an appointment for 9:45 that morning, she said to come in at 9:00 a.m. I had Thomas gather everything we still needed to pack. We had a birth center bag for Nicholas and I, a bag for Thomas, and then a separate “hospital emergency bag.” We also brought our yoga ball and who knows what else. I think we were over-prepared! But my husband is a Boy Scout, so what do you expect? 🙂

I had four contractions while in the car. It was a LONG 20-minute drive! When we arrived at the Birth Center at 9:00 a.m., I was 100% effaced and 4 cm dilated! I was so excited, and my midwife was impressed by my progress! This meant I got to stay and labor at the Birth Center!

Active labor was a little frustrating. I really wanted to get into the jet tub, but I had to be 6 cm before I could get in. Because my water had already broken, there was an increased risk of infection with cervical checks. Therefore, she didn’t check me very often. I had some very strong contractions while walking around in the room. I leaned against the windowsill for some of them, or against my yoga ball on the bed, or against Thomas. Finally, around noon, I was cleared to get in the tub. My midwife could tell I was progressing without even checking me, so gave me permission.

The jet tub was amazing during this part of my labor. It was really like nature’s epidural! I was in the tub for about two hours. It relaxed me and yet also made my contractions stronger and closer together. The worst part was when my midwife had to drain some of the water in order to refill it with hot water. Thomas was constantly by my side, pushing on my back to provide counter pressure. I kept requesting the puke bucket, but I never actually threw up. I asked for sips of water often, and my midwife gave me apple juice. Other than that, I wasn’t interested in eating anything.

At around 2:00, I got out of the tub, and my midwife checked me. I was around 6 or 7 cm dilated at this point. For the next few hours, I was having a LOT of very intense contractions. This part was not fun at all. At around 3:00 p.m., my midwife hooked me up to an IV antibiotic because it had been 18 hours since my water had broken. Thankfully, I could still walk around because the IV was portable, and once it was finished, she unhooked me from it.

At 4:00, she checked me again and determined the baby was sunny side up, meaning his face was facing up instead of facing my rear like he’s supposed to. I was in a lot of pain at this point so I asked to go back into the tub. The midwife said that might help turn him, so back in I went. This time in the tub was not as fun. I was so close to transition, and the contractions were so intense that the water did little for my pain. Thomas continued pressing on my back for counter pressure. I growled and groaned through my contractions. At times, I felt like I needed to push.

At around 5:00, I got out of the tub. My midwife had me try different things to turn the baby. I got on my knees on the bed with me arms on the yoga ball and swayed back and forth. (I had done this many times in my third trimester, hoping I could keep the baby in the right position). She also had me to lunges on a stool during my contractions.

At 6:00 p.m., my midwife checked me and told me I was fully dilated and could start pushing! I was so excited but also in kind of a fog. Thomas got on the bed with me and held my hand. I pushed in a semi reclined position on my left side. At around 7:00 p.m., a nurse came into the room. She was there to help me and the baby post-partum. I had very intense contractions now but pushing was kind of awkward at first. They gave Thomas and I a circular rag to play “tug-of-war” to help me get some resistance to help with pushing. My midwife told me to keep my chin forward and curve my body into a C shape with each push. With each contraction, I could feel more and more of his head coming out. Then at the end of each contraction, it would go back in. Thankfully, I knew this was normal and a way to stretch things gently, or I would have been very frustrated. I vaguely remember the “Ring of Fire,” and it was very intense. But at this point, I knew I was so close to meeting my baby, that it was a welcomed event. Thomas, my midwife, and the nurse were so very encouraging with each push, telling me what a good job I was doing. I both did and didn’t want to know how close we were to having his head out. But finally, my midwife said, “One more push and his head will be out!” And sure enough, it was! And he had turned so he wasn’t sunny-side-up anymore!

After his head was out, I had one more contraction and the rest of his body came out at 8:11 p.m. That was the coolest and weirdest feeling, like giving birth to a jellyfish! They put him directly on my chest, and all the 19 hours of natural labor seemed instantly worth it! I cried and ooohed and ahhed over how beautiful and perfect he was. Thomas cried, too! When I said, “Oh, my sweet little boy!” my midwife checked to make sure he was, indeed, a boy. And he was! I didn’t even notice when he apparently pooped all over me. So much for daddy getting to change his first diaper 😛 Within minutes the cord stopped pulsing, and they clamped it so Thomas could cut it.

I delivered the placenta a few minutes later and they put it in our cooler for me. Yes, I had my placenta encapsulated. Don’t judge until you’ve researched it! Nicholas got all cleaned off, and Thomas held him while my nurse and midwife got me cleaned up and checked me. Then the nurse and midwife weighed Nicholas, did the apgar test, tested his reflexes, etc. They said he was a little cold, so they had him do skin to skin with me. Then I breastfed him from a laying down position, which went surprisingly well. While I was feeding Nicholas, Thomas sent out texts to our contact list of friends and family announcing his arrival.

Nicholas and I took a bath together in the tub. It was a sweet bonding time, although he was a little fussy. Then we got dressed and ready to go. Before we left, the nurse gave us a lot of instructions and paperwork AND a birthday cake to celebrate Nicholas’s birthday 🙂 We were given the choice to leave around midnight to spend the night in our own beds or stay and sleep until around 5:00 a.m. and then leave. We chose to go home sooner rather than later. At around 12:30 a.m., we were released! The nurse helped me walk to the car and Thomas carried Nicholas in his car seat. We rode home and spent the night in our own beds. Nicholas slept for 4 hours straight, I fed him, and then he slept another 3 hours. I’m so grateful we got to go home only about 4 hours after Nicholas was born!

The night of the 18th, my midwife called to check on us. We had been taking Nicholas’s temperature and breathing respiration rate every 6 hours and my temperature and pulse also every 6 hours. I reported the numbers to her, and she said she’d be at our house the next day to do a check-up.

On the morning of March 19th, my midwife came to our house to check on me and Nicholas. She took a blood sample from him, took off his clamp from his cord stump, and checked his vitals. She asked me how I was doing and let me know I could call with any questions or concerns.

Overall, I’m very happy with my choice to have a natural birth at a birth center. To me, it was like my “marathon moment.” It was the hardest thing I’ve experienced physically, but yet it was pain with a purpose. When in any other point in life will I have pain that has a positive result? I chose not to have an epidural because I wanted to feel when to push. I think this is the main reason I only had a 1 degree tear which required no stitches! This child had a 14 inch head circumference, might I add! I also choice to go drug free for the baby’s sake. A lot of times, the drugs the mother receives can cause the baby distress which can lead to more complications and even emergency c-sections.

Natural labor was worth it for me! It is now 9 days since my son was born, and I feel almost 100% recovered! I don’t know if that’s because I had a natural birth, am taking placenta pills, etc., but I think all those things are contributing factors. I hope this story has been an encouragement to others. I don’t judge anyone on their choice of how to birth, but this choice was right for me!

Nicholas right after being born!

Nicholas right after being born!


Nicholas’s first picture!

Nicholas in his going home outfit

Nicholas in his going home outfit

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