You see, I was 41 weeks and 2 days pregnant with my second baby(9 days "late")...I had days...nay, weeks of false labor with my first...and again, with this baby...I was pretty tired of it...intense contractions that sorta follow a rhythm, and then fizzle out into nothingness...I go to bed, and likely, the same thing will happen the next day.
But these irregular contractions felt a lot more real! But I had been tricked before! So I was trying not to get my hopes up. My husband and I had such a good day that day! I had gotten a relaxing bath and nap that morning, we went to a matinee showing in 3D of Dr. Strange, and some delicious thai food for lunch, and then I rested that afternoon again...if there was a time for this baby to come, it would be that night! I was all rested and refreshed from having a great day!
After 7pm, I had some bloody show and was losing the mucous plus in dribs and drabs...this might be the real deal! I did stuff around the house, changed my bedsheets, and went to bed - around 11pm. After 1am (now 10 days "late") or so, I woke up with an intense contraction and knew I wouldn't be going back to sleep for a while!!! But they were still so irregular...so I labored at home for a while alone....I was binge watching Friends on netflix and *attempting* sleep...
Then I had a really bad contraction...and another one several minutes later...and again...another one. So I called my midwife at 3am - after 2 hours of laboring - I was planning a home birth for this Baby #2. I had a planned homebirth with my son, which ended up in the hospital, read his story here. My midwife, Muriaha, said she'd be over. I had already texted her that evening that I had bloody show, so she was aware she might get a call at 3am :P I called my mom shortly after...
When Muriaha arrived, it was about 3:30 am. I was definitely having real contractions! Still not super regular, but frequent and painful! Mur decided to check me...I was 5cm dialted, 100% effaced, with a bulging bag of waters. I started crying...I really was in labor, my body was doing all the right things, and in my tears I cried, "Praise the Lord!" So we trudged on - made padsicles, blew up the birth tub, put sheets on the couch, etc...
My mom showed up a little later - 4ish? And Pam, my other midwife and mother to Muriaha, showed up around 4:30 or 5? And then my dad came around 5:30 or 6...He was primarily going to fill the birth pool with hot water...and that's when we hit a glitch...every birth has to have a glitch! We had drained our hot water to the point of the bottom...and the sediment from our lovely Fl water made my pool water murky...so we drained it...tried again...murky. This took a lot of time...so we filled it with cold water and boiled water on the stove...a lot of it! I finally got in the pool, probably around 7am? I was in a lot of pain and it helped so much!!! I was able to change positions and labor freely...love that birth pool!
Then after a couple of hours, I was checked for the second time (in my whole pregnancy!) - almost 10 cm, head and waters only inches from being born! I was so freaking happy that the end was nigh! I was crying and thanking the Lord! I got back in the pool...I pushed when my body told me to, and didn't when I didn't feel the need to. Eventually, I knew the head was coming...I honestly started to get a little nervous, and there was a ton of pressure on my coccyx (tailbone). Pam applied counter pressure and I felt renewed and confident I could get this baby out...and as she crowned, I heard my midwives whisper how big her head was...trust me, I could feel it too!! I was literally feeling my pelvis opening up with these pushes. With Samuel, once he crowned, his body came out without any extra pushing....his little sister took some more coercion. I had to push several more times...it was only one minute, but that is a lot longer than the 5 seconds Samuel came out in! But she was here...10:16 AM. About 15 hours of labor, 9 of those being active labor. I turned over - I was leaning on the edge of the pool and delivered in a sort of hands and knees position..and pulled her near to me...I still didn't know she was a girl yet! I held her close...she was HUGE! I was crying...everyone was crying...so many prayers answered...I checked her and saw she was a girl, and I cried "I knew it!"
Her name - Emilia Anne. Anne is after her two living great grandmas - Daniel's maternal Grammy and my paternal Gramma. They both have the middle name Ann. But I'm a huge Anne of Green Gables fan, so Anne with an "e" was imperative. Anne also means "Grace, God has favoured me" Emilia was a tough one for us to choose. I liked its meaning "to strive or excel" This whole pregnancy journey from conception to birth has been nothing short of wonderful and excellent...Emilia is excellent. The grace God gives us is excellent...and I wanted everything in her name to point back to the Lord. My sister's name is Emily, so that was a cool link to that name also! Emilia Anne is an example of God's excellent grace in our life! (For those of you who don't know, I miscarried Oct 30th, 2015 and struggled with fertility issues before and after my son and conceiving Emilia.)
I got a shower after some skin to skin with her. I went to bed, and my heart started racing pretty good, so my midwives gave me some oxygen...but when my mom walked into the room holding Emi, my heart rate came right back down...it might have been the oxygen, might have just been my maternal self needing to be near my baby :) Or just might have been that I was starving and my blood sugar was low.
So we did the exams and weighing...she was, incredibly, 10 pounds and 12 oz and had already pooed a lot...so she very well could have been 11 pounds right at birth, or just under that! She is 22 inches long, of rolly polly arms and legs. Her head was 14 and a half inches...yeah...I knew it was big...We wiped her meconium off with organic olive oil as her "bath" (I do not bathe my babies until after the cord falls off, and even then, I don't use soap, just epsom salts in the water....I like the flora and fauna to get established on their skin as it is so important for immune health. Here's a good article on delaying the bath) We also don't do the eye goo, vit k shot, or hep b shots. She passed all her tests with flying colors, she's incredibly strong, and can hold that huge noggin up all by herself. I did tear slightly, but I only ended up needing 3 stitches. I am thankful, though - the tear was superficial and not internal. I actually tore worse with Samuel's birth, and he was over 2 pounds smaller. I am also thankful for midwifery care - most OB's in this area would have done a weight test ultrasound, seen that the baby was large, and insisted on an induction or c-section. I had my healthy full term baby, on my body's terms, with only 3 bitty stitches.
We sat down for a good nursing session...she latched great and nursed away for a long time...on both sides! And we've had lots of snuggles and kisses...welcome to the world my Emi Anne...we're so happy you came...
Here's a photo slide show and some other faves!
I hope you enjoyed this birth story...
Becca H.