Monday, July 8, 2013
We spent about an hour and a half in the park, walking and me bouncing around on the birth ball between contractions until I was ready to go inside. By then I was dilated to a seven and got the go ahead to get in the large bath tub. It was wonderful! It didn't take the pain of contractions away but it did help me relax a lot. At this point, I pretty much lost track of everything going on around me.
I remember Bethany telling me to breath slowly and the nurse checking the baby's heart beat every so often but that was about it. After an hour in the tub, I was dilated to a nine and fully effaced so I agreed to let the midwife break my water. On the next contraction my body started pushing and things got real. I would characterize the next forty three minutes as the most painful and intense of my life. I was grateful for every break between! Being at the birth center, they really encourage you to work with your body's natural process of labor, so for this phase I was doing some crazy looking stuff like holding onto the bedpost and squatting, sitting on the toilet to push, and hanging off a bar in the bathroom.
Jordan was determined that he was going to catch the baby so he and the midwife followed me around with a mirror and industrial flashlight! Needless to say, all of this got me to a crowning baby and being hoisted into the over sized king bed. If I was calm before (which I like to think that I was) I was erratic to say the least at this point and I would compare myself to a wild animal or someone being hauled off to the loony bin. I was out of my mind. Seriously. At some point the nurse and Bethany shoved me over to my back because I was for some reason stuck on my hands and knees. Everyone was telling me to do something but I only heard the nurse beside me. "Don't waste your contractions. Take advantage of pushing." So even though it went against the lump of fear inside me, I pushed. It wasn't too long before his head was out and Jordan was pulling him up and laying him on my chest.