I know it has been a very long time since I have been in this corner of the Internet. Since the last time we have moved (across the US, hello land of authentic fall weather) lost a couple of family members (my dear grandparents), settled into our new home, and had a new baby!!
I want to tell her birth story. Let me rewind a bit to my eldest daughter. When we had her anatomy scan, St Therese gave me a sign. Only my pink roses were open that morning. I knew she was telling me I was having a girl before we even got to the scan. Being that we already had a name set and that I swore that child would pay tribute to St Gerard or St Gianna since the previous pregnancy was a double loss, Therese did not get incorporated into her name. Gianna did though.
Once we learned this one was a girl, Therese became the first name. I had to! Plus we stuck in a Dr Who name for a middle name. Once we lost my grandmother, I added her middle name with a spelling twist.
In Texas I had an OB but I knew once we moved I would be switched to a midwife to do a home birth. Kiddos 2&3 came insanely fast. I wanted to ensure I wasn’t the next news story, “mother delivers on the side of the beltway during rush hour.” That and I knew I could do it. Two mamas in my life showed me that it can be done and I just had to. I hate hospital stays and being away from my family.
A sweet lady friend and doula in our new area helped me find a midwife and birth assistant. I liked them both right away! Yes, it meant we spent $$ out of pocket since our insurance does not cover homebirth 100%. Worth every penny!
This end of pregnancy was much like R’s, plenty of Prodromal labor. My midwife was called during one because I swore it was real. *sigh* It wasn’t. And so I waited…and waited. And endured the, “oh you poor thing, no baby yet, your belly hasn’t dropped yet, etc.” I did my best not to glare daggers. I even ignored countless text messages, PMs on FB, and such because I grew tired of being asked how I was (which really was a round about way of asking if I was in labor) or “have you had the baby..” I am such an open book and everyone knows that! Oh well.
At 41wks1d, I went to my midwife for an NST and asked for a stretch and sweep. At first she was against it until she peered on down her calander. That weekend she had a big race so the earlier the better. Once she started the procedure she was certain I would not make it to the weekend. About 15 min from the house I started getting mild contractions 6 min apart.
I refused to get excited about it. It was probably just my uterus being angry at the stretch and sweep, Prodromal most likely.
By 4:30pm things were getting stronger. This got me into high gear, “let’s get the house picked up, do laundry, and do the dishes…then call hubs and midwife.” GamerDad was in the middle of a meeting at work that he then got booted out of (his boss’ wife is a doula, so he gets the urgency). My MW could tell on the phone that this was the real deal just by talking to me so she called the assistant and they all came.
My kids had a blah dinner of sandwiches because at that point I just couldn’t focus on anything more than that. I did not want to eat and each kid ate solo so I could focus on one sandwich at a time. Hubs came in after they all ate. My MW came shortly after with her assistant following her by about 5 minutes.
They observed me for about 15 minutes and then started setting up our bedroom for birth. I was still thinking this was another dry run, that there is no way this was going to end with a baby in my arms. At this point with the previous 2, I did have a baby in my arms. What was taking my body so long?!?! Yeah, I had a lot of negative self talk going on inside my head.
At one point labor stalled and they said they were going to head out but to try and rest. I tried and no way was it working. I could also tell they were really still here, the assistant coughed every so often. Being on my side was torture. To all fours I went with tears in my eyes. Hubby fetched them back. The magic hands of my birth assistant rubbed my back without me even saying back labor. I have never had it before and I do not wish it upon anyone! I was banking on a super fast and easy labor. Instead I got a normal length labor from the pits of hell.
I started out on all fours in bed. My knees kept sinking into the memory foam and my legs went numb. GamerDad got my ball out and onto the floor I went, all fours, rolling on the ball. He camped out beside me. I remember him trying to pet my arm to soothe me and I about bit his head off (sorry love). Again, knees had enough, MW suggested I try a reclined position. I attempted it and WHAM, massive contraction that hurt so very bad and I could not handle that position. I screamed that I couldn’t do it and flipped to all fours on bed again, mid-peak. By now this is midnight 41+2. Everyone was stunned that I pulled that off.
I remember flinging off my pajamas because it was so flipping hot! Not really, but I was burning up. My mind was saying I was nuts for not being in a hospital. I would have been begging for the drugs to make it stop. From deep within I fought against those thoughts, screaming through contractions and into my pillow. Before I knew it, my waters EXPLODED! I guess they were all at the foot of the bed with a flashlight and mirror to check dialation progress. Yeah, it got covered. I was told to push gently then because her head could be seen. I tried but I just could not push gently through those contractions! Two pushes later she was born. Instantly I saw her adorable chub and that she looked like she would rather be sleeping. For a moment she was ticked off because she wanted held and to be asleep. Therese was born at 12:20am. By 12:30 she was finally nursing a bit as I delivered the placenta. She then peed all over me.😛
This is her snuggling GamerDad as I had a shower. Look at those cheeks!!!
Getting weighed! 8lbs10oz! Biggest bag of my 4! *toots her own horn* I didn’t tear! GamerDad got to cut her cord too.
Some sweet moments!
Bad lighting, but we do tandem nurse (R nurses for comfort or to go to sleep)! R likes to keep a hand on her sissy. Love it so much!
Therese’s first check up had her weigh in at 7lb8oz. Yesterday we went again and she went up to 8lb12oz at six days old!
We do have several more appointments for her. Hearing test, an ultrasound for her sacral dimple, and the last weight check and PKU test.
Would I do a homebirth again? Heck yes! It was an amazing rush! Recovering at home was so much nicer than being checked in on every hour or so.
Little Therese gets baptized on All Saints Day! Perfect day for it!