Home Birth

A bunch of you have asked for the gory details of the home birth, and I have to say that ever since my midwife, Laurie, handed me the notes from the labor and delivery, I’ve been fighting the urge to write a tell-all anyway.  Here’s a picture of her:

                                 

First of all, if you’d asked me before the birth why I’d chosen this avenue, I would have had a lot of reasons; among them would be cost, and a desire to be at home instead of stuck in the hospital after having my baby.  But I’ll share those in a later post because now that I have perspective of having done the home birth, I can say without shame that the main reason I chose a home birth was because I forgot how much it hurt.  I was lucky; it was short.

My water broke when I sneezed on my way home from a prenatal appointment the morning of my due date.  That was at 9:45am. Contractions started soon after, but were bearable for a while.  I had called the midwife when my water broke, but I made another call at 10:40 to tell her it was time to head over; good thing I didn’t wait any longer.  When 10:45 came, I was cursing my stupidity, and wondering out loud if I still had time to get to the hospital for an epidural; it didn’t take long to realize that it was probably too late.  I climbed into the tub and tried not to panic, but things were getting harder by the minute; I got pretty nervous when I started feeling pressure, and we called Laurie to tell her to hurry.  Matt would wander in every once in a while, and I would order him out every time another contraction came, which went on ‘til Laurie arrived at 11:36, parking askew in the driveway and running up the stairs. 

Though I’ve never been opposed to the idea of a water birth, both this time and with Sam, when I knew we were close, I wanted out of the tub.  I climbed out at 11:45, and started begging to push because I have this idea that pushing makes it hurt less.  I might have only been in labor for 2 hrs, but I was really losing focus.  I knew from experience that I wasn’t going to die, but I wasn’t sure if this went on much longer that I really wanted to live.  Laurie kept saying it wasn’t quite time; I wanted to know just how much longer I had to wait, then.  She just shook her head and said, “You’re body will tell you when it’s time.”  I remember thinking- Not only have I missed out on the epidural, now I have to detect some secret signal from the same body making me suffer like this.  Turns out, she was right. 

Though I tried pushing, I could tell I wasn’t doing much good until finally, at 11:56 there was a not so subtle sign that I needed to push- NOW.  I did, and there she came.  In two pushes, she was here, I was alive, and Matt was allowed to talk again.  When all was said and done, the labor was just over 2 hrs long; now 4 weeks out, I’ve forgotten the pain enough that I almost think the reasons I did it at home will win out for a home birth next time, too.

One comment

  1. Yea for home births! I’m so glad that everything went well and that it was so short this time. IF we do it again I would love to do the home birth thing. Although I loved the birthing center experience I figure why leave home next time.

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