Adelaide
8 lbs 6 oz
20 inches tall
Born at 1:27am on November 18th, 2008
Adelaide’s birth story
I had no idea I was going to go into labor on Sunday night. Sunday was a normal day, I went to yoga, the record store, and felt great all day. I was sure my baby was going to be late….
I went to bed around 11 that night, only to be woken up at 12:31 with what felt like strong period cramps. I feel like I knew right away that this was different. I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions for a few weeks, so imagined that the contractions would feel the way they did…but they were much lower and different. Right away I started to time them because I couldn’t sleep, and they were 5 minutes apart. I got up, went to the bathroom, and then woke up Myles to tell him. I wasn’t sure if I was really in labor or not and wanted me to go back to sleep. I tried to sleep but there was no way. We got up and came downstairs. I tried to lay on the couch or in my rocking chair, but I couldn’t sit down. I need to stand up for the contractions.
We called the midwife around 2 am and Nora was the one on call. She listened through one of my contractions and said they would be here later. Her student assistant arrived first around 4 or 4:30. She checked my cervix and I was only 2 cm dilated. Nora arrived a bit later and they set everything up. My contractions continued every 5 minutes and I felt like I was doing a good job dealing with them and felt like I was going to be able to handle the pain. I was doing my best to ask for them to get stronger and longer. I knew that had to happen for my baby to come out and I wasn’t afraid.
The midwifes went and got breakfast and we stayed home, me rocking on the birthing ball or leaning on the couch for each contraction. It was amazing, my need for Myles to be there for each one. If he wasn’t holding my hand or right next to me I was freaking out. I would yell for him if he wasn’t by my side when each contraction would come on. I was tired and resting well between each one, but little did I know, I wasn’t any more dilated than I was when the midwives arrived.
When the midwives returned Myles and I took a walk for a few blocks to get things going. It was rather cold outside, and I felt so vulnerable laboring out in the open world. I was afraid the neighbors would come out and try to talk to me, and I couldn’t stand to hear talking when the contractions were happening. I wanted to be back in my safe warm home, I didn’t like being out there.
When we got back my contractions were still not any closer together. I was tired. Nora then suggested that Myles and I go upstairs and lay down for a nap to see if that would help. It felt nice to lay down, and I would fall deep asleep, and then jump out of bed every 5 minutes to work through the contractions standing up. I could hear them watching Finding Nemo downstairs. This lasted for a few hours.
At around 4 pm (14 hours after labor began) my contractions were now 7 minutes apart. Nora checked me again and found that “nothing had really changed”. She suggested that this may be false labor, and maybe the contractions would fade away completely. I was crushed. I had felt like I was doing so good, and being so strong, and then to be told that nothing was helping….I didn’t really know what to do. I was having waves of emotions sweep over me and just wanted to be sure I was going to be able to be okay at home, and not have to be transferred to the hospital. Nora recommended that we keep resting and sleeping. She said to call them if anything changed, and then packed everything up and left. She advised that the contractions may go away completely, or may come back stronger in the night. She prescribed some anti anxiety drugs for me to take to help me sleep. We had to drain the birth pool because the water would be too cold by the time I was ready to get in it.
At this point I was defeated and just wanted to sleep. I was ready for the contractions to go away and come again another day. So Myles and I set up the bed in the baby’s room and laid down for a nap. Myles accidentally fell asleep (poor guy had been helping me through contractions for over 16 hours at this point, running on only an hour of sleep to begin with). I continued to have contractions and they continued to get worse. At around 7 pm I took the prescription that our friend Frances had picked up for me, and then woke up at 8:30 violently throwing up during my contractions. That was not fun. I talked to our other midwife Catherine (at this point the midwives had switched who was on call for some reason. I’m not sure what Nora had to do, but I had more of a connection with Catherine throughout my pregnancy anyway so was happy to have Catherine on hand.) Catherine said she could come at 10 pm if I wanted her to, but I told her that I wanted to sleep and that I’d call her if things changed. I really was tired of being in labor at this point, and I guess was hoping and assuming my contractions would go away and let me sleep….this was not the case.
So with Myles sleeping and the house completely dark I continued on with my contractions, sleeping in between and then standing in the bathroom door moaning and swaying my way through the contractions. They really hurt, but I was dealing with them and still in denial of what was going on. At about 11:30 I had a really hard contraction and my body began bearing down without my effort. The noises in my body scared me and I knew that things were changing and the baby was coming. At this point I started to get scared because the midwife wasn’t here and I had no idea how long I had until the baby would come. Myles was sleeping so I had no idea how far apart my contractions were, but knew that my body was pushing the baby down with every contraction, and they were getting really really painful. At this point I freaked out and woke up Myles and tried to get the birth pool filled up again. I was running around like a mad woman telling Myles to get water boiling for the birth pool and help me get it filled up. I remember Myles trying to talk to me to get me grounded again, telling me to calm down. I couldn’t take it anymore. I know that they say at some point you loose control and have to let labor take over your body, and that was what I was feeling. I had called Catherine and she listened through a contraction and told me they would be here soon. I was panicking..what if they didn’t make it?
The student Kathleen got here within about 20 minutes of me calling Catherine. She helped me through a contraction and wanted to check my cervix. NO WAY I told her, I was not going to let her check me, as the contractions hurt too bad and there wasn’t enough time between them for her to do what she needed to. I stalled by going to the bathroom, as it really felt like I needed to go at this point. Eventually her and Myles convinced me to let her check my cervix, and she found me to be 8 cm dilated. I didn’t care about numbers at this point…I was in labor land going crazy.
I kept feeling like I needed to go poop and had a few contractions on the toilet. I was scared because I also knew this was normal, and it was really the baby’s head pushing… but I didn’t want to believe it. I started to feel pressure in my lower area and suddenly reached down and felt something coming out of me!!!! It felt like the baby’s head! I started yelling that the baby’s head was coming out as I was sitting in the dark on the toilet. This is right when Catherine got here. I was so relieved to hear her walk through the door! I remember screaming, and she ran in and checked to assure me that it was NOT the baby’s head, but my bag of waters bulging out, as it had not burst yet.
“Where do you want to have your baby?” Catherine asked as we sat in the dark bathroom, me on the toilet and her kneeling down in front of me. This question was something that I was not ready for, as I planned to have my baby in the birthing pool in the living room and THAT is where I wanted to have her. There was only a few inches of water in the birthing pool, it was not an option. I hadn’t thought of a back up plan. I had no idea where I wanted to have the baby. “Come in to this room, you don’t want to have the baby in the bathroom do you” Catherine was saying to me. I knew I didn’t want to have the baby in the bathroom, but was so convinced that I needed to use the toilet still, I refused to get up. “Okay then” Catherine said as she drug the chucks pads into the bathroom on the floor to prepare for me to deliver. Somehow (and I am so thankful) she talked me into getting on the bed in the baby’s room right outside of the bathroom door. My baby wouldn’t be born in the bathroom.
I was on my hands and knees on the bed. I’m not sure if Catherine told me to be like that, I think it was a decision my body made for me, as I didn’t want to put any pressure on my lower half. The contractions hurt more than anything I can describe with words, and the sounds my body made by grunting and moaning surprised me. I felt like I was yelling at the top of my lungs, the pain was unreal. I could feel the baby’s head come down, and then go back again with the next contraction. I didn’t know if I was going to make it. I felt like all of my nerves were at their very peak, I could feel everything, and all of the sounds seemed so loud, all of the lights seemed so bright (and there were no lights on in the room). I felt Catherine’s finger go in to be sure the baby didn’t have a cord around her neck. I felt myself tearing…yet each contraction was so painful I didn’t know if it would be worse to feel myself tear wide open, or deal with another contraction. I cold hear Catherine saying “come on, push your baby out”. Myles was telling me to push as well, and that I was doing a really good job. It really helped to hear that I was doing a good job, as I didn’t feel like I was. I couldn’t believe I was doing what I was. And I was pushing, but not very hard at first because of the tearing. Finally I gave it all of my strength, and one extra push once the contraction started to go away, and I felt her head, then her shoulders, then her arms and legs all pass through me. I felt everything. It didn’t feel good, but I’m so happy that I actually did it, and got to experience life so real and raw. There is no moment that I want to keep with me more than this one.
She landed by my feet, and her cord was so short so I couldn’t grab her. They helped me turn over and sit normal and then cleaned her so I could see if she was a girl or a boy. I was asking Catherine to tell me what she was, but she wouldn’t…she said I had to look myself. As soon as I saw she was a girl I looked up and told Myles, he had tears running down his face. What a proud daddy, and I’m sure he was overwhelmed with what had just happened as well!
I couldn’t hold her up to my face right away because her cord was so short, but I held her to my belly to keep her warm and love her. Her eyes were SO wide and just stared at me as if she knew me and recognized me. These are the magic times that you can only know when you have your own baby. It was amazing. Myles took what is my favorite picture of her, right after she was born, and then he cut the cord while I held her in my arms right after the picture was taken. We were no longer connected physically, her life on her own would now begin. I now had to endure what felt like about 2 hours of getting stitched up. The tearing I felt really happened…along with some other not so pleasant issues.
Looking back I feel like my birth was chaotic, a bit lonely at times, and possibly a lot harder that it needed to be. I think it’s because once I got to a place of panic in my head, I was never able to balance myself again until after Adelaide was born. Either way I know that I was strong, and endured sensations that many people aren’t willing to face. I know that I brought my baby girl into this world in the best way that I knew how, and she was so healthy and so am I, and that is what really matters. I would never change my decision to have my baby at home, and plan to do the same if we have more. I just hope next time we can get that birth pool filled up in time to get in there are relax once the going gets tough. I wouldn’t change this story to be any different, as it’s the story that brought me the most precious gift life could have ever given me! I know that this was THE hardest day I have ever had, and probably ever will have, but it was so worth it, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat!



