The Birth Story Of Marsden Peter
Overdue. Again. Is this FOR REAL?
Actually, this time it wasn’t as bad. I was six days past my “due date” and knew better this time. I knew a due date meant nothing, that it was simply a rough estimate of when the baby would be ready to be born. I had to fight off the constant phone calls, texts, emails & facebook messages asking if the baby had arrived yet. (Really, people? Do you really think I would hold that information from you?!) I was able to stay as relaxed as I could, knowing what lie ahead.
I decided I was going to start means of home intervention at 41 weeks. I’m not talking castor oil here. I had a friend make a home visit & put some acupuncture needles in a few places just to open me up a bit and restore my “chi”. Those needles helped tremendously to relax me and let the chi flow more smoothly through my super pregnant body. Coincidentally, I started having some small contractions right then & there. They continued through the night as I bounced away on a yoga ball. This was my nightly routine by now. I bounced my heart out day after day, night after night!
I got a great night’s sleep, maybe 5 hours or so. At this point in pregnancy, 5 hours is a dream (that stretch was great then & sadly, still great now)! I woke up at 5am with some pretty strong contractions. Timing them, they seemed to be about 8 minutes apart and were lasting between 1 minute & 1 ½ minutes. They were certainly getting stronger. I told my husband to call into work, we would be having a baby today! He, of course, thought I was the girl who cried wolf but went along with it anyway.
We started our day slowly. Made the necessary phone calls to arrange for the birth, had a protein-full breakfast of eggs, cheese and bacon on a multigrain bagel. I would drop to my hands & knees during a contraction, breathe through it, then continue about my morning…you know, the usual ;). I had an appointment scheduled with my midwife at 11am. Perfect! I could go to my regularly scheduled appointment to be checked for dilation, that way I didn’t have to labor at the hospital.
My loving sister drove us to the appointment. The contractions were yucky at this point. It is no fun laboring in a car. By the time we got to the midwives’ office, I was contracting every 3-4 minutes and definitely couldn’t talk through them. In fact, I could hardly talk at all since they were lasting for about 1 ½ minutes. I remember having one and saying “Ooh, that was a good one” every time I contracted. Silly me! The midwife could tell by looking at me that it was time to get to the hospital. I was 4 centimeters but they were coming fast and furiously. She assured us there would be a whirlpool hot tub waiting for us when we got there.
She was right. We got admitted right away (I didn’t even need triage!) and the long walk down the hallway was a rough one. I think I had at least 3 big contractions just getting to the room. They set me up a hop, skip and a jump away from the hot tub room. Cool! I knew I’d be jumping in there! One of the downfalls to having a hospital birth is the amount of monitoring they insist on doing. They had me hooked up to the heartbeat monitor until I declared enough was enough and ripped it off my belly. No need, I knew the baby was fine in there.
I labored on a yoga ball for a while with my amazing husband-turned-pro-birthing-companion on his knees in front of me. He was so encouraging yet laid-back, so phenomenal. His demeanor is so calm and it just swells throughout the entire room when he is present. He is the perfect labor partner J ! Soon after, my sister-turned-pro-birthing-coach arrived after parking the car & her harmonious demeanor only added to the zen in the room. The rest of my birthing posse made it a little while later. These 4 women are strong, natural childbirthers. We met in our firstborns Bradley Birth classes & have had an inseperable bond unlike any other ever since. What an unbelievable support team I had in place (and thank goodness, I would need them)!
I decided after some really strong
contractions tummy hugs that my body NEEDED that tub & it was thanking the second I climbed in! Definitely eased some pressure and helped me to chill a little bit. I thought I was losing control at that point but watching the footage after, I was doing a fantastic job laboring!! I submerged my hugely pregnant body into the deep-ish water and let those contractions do their job. I had a lot of funny moves to relax-blowing air out of my uber-relaxed mouth during a contraction (to the point where it looks like I’m about to give someone raspberries on their belly), swimming arms above my head slowly and, as with my first birth, toning. Whatever works at this point! My sister would remind me to take a deep, cleansing breath at the start and end of each contraction. Super advice!
Finally, the urge to push hit me. I say finally even though I could continue with this labor, I was in really good shape at this point. That being said, I was ready J . I took a short
stroll waddle back to the room and started to push. I pushed and I pushed and I pushed. I didn’t feel anything change. It was like I was trying to push a baby through a brick wall. Seriously, it was. I kept telling myself he would be here soon, so did everyone else in the room. The words of my sister rang out like a firework on the Fourth of July-”He’ll come right out. Just a few pushes, it’ll be quick!”. So where’s this baby?
For some reason my body feels the overwhelming urge to push my babies out when my cervix is only 8 centimeters dilated. Don’t know why this is, but I have to somehow manage to breathe through contractions and not push too hard (whatever that means), otherwise the cervix can tear. I pretty much ignore this and go along with my body’s natural response…PUSH!!!!
I really wasn’t pushing that long, only about 30 minutes, but holy moly was I pushing HARD! By far supremely more difficult pushing than my first. My blood-vessels that broke all over my face show this in the after pictures ;). It was intense. After some serious hard work, his head came out. “Ok, one more push for the shoulders!” I can hear everyone chatting. Huh? I push. Um, where is this baby? Why isn’t he coming out? This is when some slight panic set in. I was giving this birth EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING, I had in me. There was nothing left to give! Although their faces were frightened, the words of encouragement started pouring out of my stupendous birth team. “He’s almost here, just focus!”, “C’mon you can do it!”, “It’s only temporary, you’ve got this!!”. Thank God for their cheerleading. And Thank GOD for an experienced midwife. After stating help was needed to the other staff in the room, she looked at me very sternly and told me I had to focus even more, she needed me to push even more. I looked at her and said a few choice words I would prefer to not repeat. More panic set in but I had to stay “calm”. I pushed the living daylights out of my loins and she pulled and yanked that poor
little big baby’s head, stuck in my pelvis. She was doing a maneuver she had to do, no choice here. It was scary because I was really giving it my everything. Talk about digging from the depths! Now I KNOW my body has never had to work this hard, EVER! We worked super hard together and finalmente, a HUGE baby boy.
April 7, 2010 2:42pm
10 pounds, 9 ounces. 24 inches long
He was blue, like a bad kind-of blue, so they whisked him away to have him checked out. I was overjoyed, relieved and overjoyed but a tad scared. He was in the room but on the other side. He started crying just a few seconds after he was taken, so I assumed he was okay. Because he was blue and his breathing was arrhythmic, a pediatric team was there to monitor his first breaths. A little frustrating for others in the room, not so much for me since after giving birth I was in a natural-high coma. It took a little while to hold him, but when I did ~ OHHHHHH! There is no greater feeling on the planet.
He was an amazingly alert baby, strong-like-bull and so full of life. He’s such a BOY! I’m used to this little dainty girl and now, here’s this little guy-body made of 100% male! We bonded instantly. He won over his father and his sister just the same. Wow! We are now a family of four!
Come to find out, he had shoulder dystocia. Not too uncommon, but we are so grateful the series of events didn’t go terribly wrong. We are grateful that we took the time to educate ourselves and surround ourselves with a knowledgeable team. We are so grateful.
People often ask me, “What were you thinking?”, because I gave birth to such a big baby without any intervention. I laugh knowing full-well it would be such a different ending to a not-so-happy story had I done it any other way. Welcome to the world, little man. We are so glad you’re here!
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