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Birth stories are powerful: they can be inspiring; they can provide a "reality check" for unrealistic expectations; they can suggest helpful approaches or strategies for birthing. Unfortunately, some birth stories turn into "horror stories" - these are the ones that are best ignored!

In this section you will find birth stories from BIRTHING YOUR BABY parents. This section will be growing, so check back for more. Until then, you can find more birth stories in Ina May Gaskin's book, Ina May Gaskin's Guide to Childbirth and on several websites in the Online Resources section of this website. Enjoy!!

GABE'S BIRTH: LOUISE & BRIAN'S STORY
MADELYN'S BIRTH: CHRISTINA & CHRIS'S STORY
OWEN'S BIRTH: CHRISTINA & CHRIS'S SECOND BIRTH

GABE'S BIRTH STORY

Gabriel Ole

Born at 2:30PM September 18, 2003

Measuring 8lb 10oz, 20.5"

to Brian and Louise

at St. Mary's Hospital

September 17-18, 2003

I had been so frustrated, depressed and just all out tired of being pregnant. My body ached. My clothes didn't fit. I was tired of getting up three plus times a night to pee. And most of all, after carrying this little person inside me for 39 weeks, I was ready to meet him. I kept hoping that he would arrive early, but as my due date approached, and let's face it by the 17th it was only five days away, I had resigned myself to the fact that Gabe would be late. It was an exercise in patience.

As we arrived at our church's kinship meeting, I steeled my fragile psyche for the questions - how are you feeling? Still pregnant? Yes I am - I thought - yes I am. I shared my frustrations and the group promptly resolved to pray for me. I honestly do not remember what they prayed only that in the middle of the praying I felt two sharp, strong contractions. I quickly stood up and walked to the doorway as sitting was not comfortable - my friends Laurie and Ron both looked at me with concern, but I shook my head, dismissing the contractions as my usual Braxton Hicks. After all, this was usually the time I felt them.

We went home shortly after and went to bed without incident. Now it is important to interject here that Brian was exhausted. Weeks of my snoring had kept him up and in an effort to get some solid rest he took two Tylenol PM. He quickly fell into an exhausted, drugged sleep.

The late evening proceeded without incident beyond my getting up every hour to relieve my aching bladder. At 2:15 A.M. I suddenly felt like passing gas. As it passed I felt a gush. My heart stopped. My brain froze. My body just seemed like it was suspended in time. As the minutes ticked by and my brain thawed from its shock over this new development, I argued with myself... Was that my water breaking? Did I pee in bed? After much inner debate I decided to touch the wetness that had seeped from my body. It was sticky and smelled like sweet and sour. It was not pee. Very carefully with my legs crossed in hopes of not leaking more fluid on the floor, I rolled out of bed and hobbled to the bathroom. The scene really was comical.

The light spilling from the bathroom awakened Brian. His groggy voice croaked out “Are you ok?” I responded with a slight giggle,“Well my water just broke.” My response was met with several seconds of dead silence followed by a sleepy “Do you need me?” Now it's important to mention that at this point I had felt nothing - no contractions, no pain, nothing. So I promptly responded “No, go to sleep,” knowing that I would need him to be in top form later. I cleaned myself up and went to bed. By this time I was feeling contractions - they were 20 minutes apart. Lying down was miserable, so I got up and did a load of laundry and paced the kitchen with my dog, Maggie, for company.

At about 5 A.M., I was starting to get very uncomfortable I went to Brian and he suggested getting rest in the recliner with the massage and heating pad on. This helped tremendously as I dozed for about an hour. Finally at 6 I went back upstairs and Brian timed my contractions. They were two minutes apart and lasting thirty seconds. He worriedly suggested I call the hospital. I relented, and they wanted me to come in. I, however, wanted to take a shower. This was quite an endeavor as with contractions at two minutes apart and very forceful it took some time to work my way through the shower routine. We arrived at the hospital at 8. They brought me to the triage room and confirmed that my contractions were two minutes apart. The nurse checked me and I was five cm dilated. This was important to me as I had previously determined my goal was to be at five cm upon admission to the hospital. So this was good news.

Now the real work began. Labor was intense. I mentally crawled through contractions by moaning and imagining a cat giving birth. I labored for most of the morning in a bathtub. Time started to get hazy. At some point I moved out of the tub and onto the toilet where Barbara, my midwive, checked me. I was 7 cm. This flattened me. It seemed like I had worked so hard and had only progressed two cm. I moved from the toilet to the bed and lay on my side till at least 1 P.M.

The events that occurred around me during this time are very hazy and dream-like. I was present physically but mentally had retreated deep within. I was only conscious of contractions, my deep groans, and the pressure of my mom or Brian's hands on mine. Being up since 2 A.M. finally started to catch up with me at this point-- fatigue was starting to wear down my control and concentration. I asked for relief. Prior to this moment I had vowed not to cave into this desire... I would be strong as caving only showed weakness. However, there were two evils railing through my mind. Which would be worse: to cave into and ask for relief or to lose control of my birth? I chose to maintain my control. The Nubain injection allowed me to sleep between the contractions, which were probably less than a minute apart. This was the kick I needed.

Within an hour I started pushing. The nurse came in to check me and saw I had only a small lip of my cervix in the way. She held it while I pushed. Barbara returned and we tried several positions on the bed. These were all very uncomfortable. So we moved back to the tub. Pushing was amazing. I felt so in control, and it was relief not to have contractions twisting through my body. I pushed for about an hour in all. Gabe's entrance to the world was exhilarating. I felt such relief. Gabe was born in water with his cord wrapped around his body, shoulder and neck, but he was ok. They placed his wet warm body on my chest. He quickly looked for my breast. He was alert and absolutely beautiful.

Gabe is the most incredible, perfect creation we have ever seen. Nothing we ever do in the rest of our lives will ever surpass the perfection of this little person that we've made in love. (Until the next one anyway!)

MADELYN'S BIRTH STORY

Madelyn Victoria

Born at 5:27, June 15, 2002

Measuring 7lb 14oz, 21"

to Chris & Christina

at Central Maine Medical Center

June 14-15 2002

The birth of my daughter was one of those few experiences that actually surpassed the expectations I had built up in its anticipation. And I'm serious about anticipation - I'd been waiting what felt like forever for "my own baby". As the oldest of five, I remember watching my mother's pregnancies and the new babies, just aching for when I could become a mother too. My husband and I waited a while to have a baby and sometimes it seemed like we would never get to be the ones discussing ultrasounds and due dates. So, when I became pregnant, I was ecstatic. I used the nine months to read, study, and discuss pregnancy and birth, take a Bradley class for preparation, and read some more. Did I mention I read??

As a teacher, I highly value education - especially for something so important. I'm also a "planner"… I'm "Type A"… I struggle to "go with the flow"… So reading and thinking and imagining the birth I had long dreamt of was quite consuming. However, I came to understand that no matter how carefully I planned, my preparations did not give me control. This acceptance did not mean that I prepared less - I still wanted to understand the birth process… I still wanted to prepare my body the best I could by eating well and exercising… I carefully chose a doctor and prepared a birth "plan"… discussed and practiced comfort measures with my husband… reviewed efficient birth positions, etc. All of this - the things I could do - helped me let go of what I couldn't do: predict and control the actual birth.

On June 14th, three days after my due date, I started to suspect I might be in labor. I was a little uncomfortable, with periodic tightening across my belly, and just unable to focus. I went on with my everyday tasks, though, not really sure whether this was really "it". I cleaned a little, had lunch with a student who dropped by, and tried to relax. After a few hours I called my husband and he came home a little early (4pm), prepared to distract me with games, massage and a movie. He began timing the contractions, and when they started increasing in strength at about 6:30pm, I called to check in with the hospital. I wasn't ready to leave home though, so we continued with some regular evening activities - eating dinner, taking our evening showers, etc. while I paced around and packed/repacked my bag. Everytime I tried to sit still I became uncomfortable, so I just kept moving, even as we "watched" a few scenes from one of my favorite movies (A Room with a View) and had a pasta dinner.

We left for the hospital when the contractions were about three minutes apart (9:30 pm). The nurses chatted with me, checked me (3cm), and hooked me up to the EFM monitor. Unfortunately this was Madelyn's most active time, so I had to wait a long time for her to settle down for a "test strip". After that, about eleven, I got settled into my room and continued many of the same comfort measures I'd used at home - walking the halls, showering, massage, deep breathing. While I was hooked up to the fetal monitor (for a short time every hour or so), I rested on my side, trying to completely relax.

When the nurse checked me at 1am, I was 6cm dilated. I was excited to be making what I felt to be decent progress, but was also wondering how long this all would take. My contractions were about 90 seconds apart, but some were double-peaked and seemed to last forever. But with Chris's help, I was able to relax through most of them. I focused on my breathing while he massaged my legs to keep them from tensing up. About 3am, we were both getting really tired. The contractions were very intense so I stayed in bed on my side, concentrating on a focal point and sleeping in-between contractions. I was very fuzzy/hazy at this point, just working through each contraction as it came.

At 4am, I wanted them to check me. I had resolved to get into the labor tub if I wasn't almost completely dilated. Happily, I was at 10cm, so they brought in my doctor and we decided to break my water (the only "intervention" during the entire birth). I couldn't believe I had dozed/relaxed through most of the "transition"! But the first fifteen minutes after my water broke were pretty difficult - and then I got the urge to push. We tried several positions on the bed, but I knew I wasn't pushing effectively. Then the doctor suggested using the birth stool. I was so disoriented and exhausted at this point that I wasn't sure I could move, but she helped me get comfortable. I do remember sitting on the stool, with the nurse and doctor cross-legged on the floor, with blue drape all around. Someone (not me!) remarked that it felt like a slumber party.

Finally, perched on the stool and grasping my legs, I was able to really push. This was probably the hardest part for me - I was tired and just wanted to go home and come back later. At some point I realized that even though it hurt, I had to keep pushing to get my baby and rest. After some enormous pushes, the nurse told me that she could see the baby's hair... I reached down to feel her slippery head and this helped me focus. I quickly became re-absorbed into pushing out her head, feeling the famous "Ring of Fire" sensation. The nurse told me to stop pushing and pant, but I knew I was so close I don't think I held back much.

Madelyn was born at 5:37, 45 minutes after I started pushing on the stool. She slipped out so fast that the doctor almost didn't catch her! I immediately brought her to my chest where she gazed up at us, waving her purple-red arms and legs in wide startled gestures. After coughing up some amniotic fluid and getting a little massage for her lungs (while I birthed the placenta and got re-situated in the bed), we snuggled skin-to-skin under a pile of warm blankets. Chris and I gazed at her in awe of the miracle we had just participated in, our amazement over finally being able to see and touch her washing over us.

Several aspects of Madelyn's birth surprised me. I wasn't sure how well the hospital staff would cooperate with my birth wishes. Every time someone new came into our hospital room, my husband asked them if they'd read our birth plan - they soon realized how serious we were about this! My room was quiet and dim, with Enya playing, and I was free to walk the halls, shower, etc., with very few interruptions from the staff. No one offered any medication or suggested that I should have Pitocin… it was very peaceful. After the birth, too, our wishes were respected, with lots of quiet bonding time and breastfeeding support. Despite this, I can imagine how, without support and information, it would be easy to surrender to a typical hospital birth. For example, I had not planned on wearing the fetal monitor as much as I did… but it was easier to rest while they monitored than argue about it. My hormones put me into a trance-like state, which I would have had to break out of in order to make a successful argument. I hadn't realized just how powerful the birthing hormones would be, or how matter-of-fact the staff could make the hospital process seem.

Finally I was surprised that despite all my reading and the Bradley class, I still had no idea what to expect. During the first six or seven hours of labor, I wasn't even sure I was IN labor! My contractions didn't fit the pattern that I expected… my early labor signs didn't fit the pattern I expected… Transition wasn't as bad as everyone told me… and pushing - the part that some women even claim to enjoy - was actually the hardest part of Madelyn's birth. Even still, my preparation paid off because I knew that what was happening was all part of the normal birthing process and so I could remain calm and focused.

Knowing what I know now, what might I try next time? Well, if we still lived 5 minutes from the hospital, I'd try a homebirth… but now that we're 45 minutes or more away, I don't think we actually will. I would like to have a midwife, next time. And get into the a birthing tub for some of the labor. I'd try to negotiate more of a compromise on the amount of time hooked up to the EFM. I'd like to try a few more squatting-type positions for the birth. I hope I'll be able to push a little more gently at the end - with Madelyn I was so focused on getting her out and to stop hurting that I pushed too hard and tore a little. I was also so distracted with pushing that I didn't use the mirror or touch her head much - I really want to do that next time. I might make my husband drag a birthing ball to the hospital, in addition to all the other bags and bags… And finally, I keep having this awesome re-occurring dream that I get to "catch" my own baby and bring her up to my chest myself, so I will have to try to find a midwifery practice/hospital that might possibly accommodate this tremendously powerful dream.

The birth of my daughter was the most empowering, amazing experience I've ever had… but not because by force of will and planning I made it happen a certain way. By the time I was in labor, I knew enough to know that I had really no idea what was going to happen. And somehow (thank you, hormones!), I gracefully accepted this and - finally - went with the flow. The amazing, empowering part is that I was able to let go and work with my body to birth my baby, that what had been dancing inside me for so long emerged from my body and was - wow! - her own little person!!

OWEN'S BIRTH STORY

OWEN CHRISTOPHER

Born at 10:47PM, May 18, 2005

Measuring 8lbs 8oz, 20"

to Chris & Christina

at Inland Hospital

PART ONE: THE FAKE-OUT
FRIDAY, MAY 13 THRU MONDAY, MAY 16

I'd been having contractions for days - sometimes as many as five or six an hour, though they weren't terribly strong. Then, Friday May 13th through the weekend I had many clusters of contractions, often at night. Several times I got up in the middle of the night to the computer to time them to see if there was a pattern, but they'd always stop after an hour or so.

On the Monday May 16th the contractions were a little stronger and occurring more frequently, beginning in the middle of the night, with contraction ever 7-10 minutes for an hour. They stopped though and I went back to sleep. After grocery shopping, lunch & putting Madelyn to bed for a nap they had come back - going from every ten minutes to every five. At this point, I decided to call Chris, who was working 1.25 hours away, to come home. Chris's mom was also on alert that we might need her to come over & take care of Madelyn. The contractions continued, still not very intense, but very regular. After hearing so many stories of second births going quickly, and having a fairly fast birth for Madelyn, I thought we'd better start thinking about leaving. I made sure everything was packed… got our food together… Elaine was on her way… contractions continued. Elaine got here with Shadow and there was some chaos as the two dogs got used to each other and Madelyn of course was very excited to see her Nana. I realized that my contractions had stopped, but once we were on the road to Inland Hospital (a 30-40 minute drive), they picked right back up.

On our way to the hospital, we stopped by a bookstore and picked up the fourth Harry Potter book in case I wanted Chris to read to me. Still having contractions. Got to Inland about 7:00pm… went through the admissions process… chose a room… got into my labor clothes… nurses called in Midwife L (my midwife)… hooked me up to the EFM… only to see a very weak pattern of very very weak contractions. Midwife L arrived and checked me and - to my extreme dismay - I was not dilated AT ALL. Contractions stopped. Yep. Stopped completely. We walked the halls a little… I squatted some… watched a little tv… cried. Oh yes - the disappointment and embarrassment of coming in for nothing… calling Chris home & Chris's mom over etc… So we left & got home about 10:30pm. And you know I had a couple contractions in the car on the way home!!

After all those regular contractions, I had nothing all day Tuesday, all night Tuesday. And I know because Madelyn was up all night, about once an hour. Got up for Wednesday exhausted.

PART TWO: THIS IS REALLY IT!
WEDNESDAY AM, MAY 18

Woke up Wednesday, May 18th with a few twinges, but nothing major. We decided that Chris would stay home to help me get some rest & take care of Madelyn. I let him get some sleep in the morning while I took Madelyn to my 39 week prenatal appointment, as usual. She would have been bitterly disappointed to miss hearing Owen's heartbeat and helping Midwife L measure me etc. At the appointment, Midwife L said she thought I'd have a baby in the next few days, but reassured me how difficult these things are to predict.

I left my appointment and the few twinges had become stronger though not regular at all. We continued on to story time at our library, where I had a few contractions that were strong enough that I needed to breath through them. Still nothing regular. I got some funny looks though!

We got home, had lunch, and put Madelyn down for a much-needed nap. I was going to take myself a much-needed nap too (after being up almost all night!). But as soon as I laid down, the contractions became much more intense. Every time I would drift off to sleep, I'd have one to wake me up. So I tried to rest for a little while but got up after 45 minutes, about 2:00pm.

Chris started timing the contractions as I straightened the house and puttered around. We put Elaine on call again - this time planning for her to meet us at the hospital. The contractions settled into a pattern of lasting about a minute, 4-6 minutes apart. By the end of the hour, they were increasingly intense and 3-5 minutes apart. At this point, I still had none of the more definitive "this is it" events like bloody show or water breaking.

By 3:00pm, I began to feel more certain that maybe this actually was the day. I took a shower… checked my bags again… got food together, etc… Madelyn was up and we left for the hospital around four. The ride was not fun, with strong contractions continuing every 3-5 minutes, while I was cramped into passenger seat with the seatbelt barely fitting around my huge belly.

We got to Inland Hospital again, checked in… again… and I chose the "cave room" (no windows) that was attached to the Jacuzzi tub room - a great set-up. This time I stayed in my regular clothes while they did a quick EFM strip (the only ten minutes I spent hooked up for the whole labor! Yea!!), and Midwife L came to check me, announcing that I was 4-5cm dilated. Boy was I relieved! Unfortunately, Madelyn was very upset to see me hooked up to the monitor and lying in bed, and was close to hysterical. She and Chris were in the waiting room watching tv and eating pizza with another family waiting for a baby. I enjoyed a little peace and quiet, getting used to the room and accepting that this really was it. I was soooo relieved that it was finally time to get down to business and have this baby. Though the contractions were intense enough to breathe through, I was not in any significant discomfort.

Madelyn calmed down and came to visit with me, playing in the room for a few minutes until Elaine arrived to take her home. She departed peacefully, excited to see her Nana. At this point I think it was around 5:30pm. I declined a blood draw, the IV, etc. The nurse was almost off her shift, but drew a nice warm bath for me in the Jacuzzi and told me she didn't think this would be a very long labor.

I got settled in the tub as the evening sunlight streamed in the windows. Chris tried reading to me, but since the jets were so loud on the tub we just talked instead. He had to re-learn not to talk to me or touch me during a contraction! Although the contractions were increasingly intense, Chris and I joked and had a great conversation in-between them. I felt very connected to him and very grateful for his calm, cheerful presence. He got cold washcloths for me for after each contraction, washing off my neck and forehead. A new nurse came in & introduced herself, intermittently checking the baby heartbeat with the Doppler during a contraction. I stayed in the tub until about seven, getting out once to pee out all the Gatorade I'd been drinking.

At around 7:30pm, I got dried off & dressed in my robe, still feeling good. Midwife L came and checked me again (the only other time the whole labor! Yea!!), and I was slightly dismayed to be only 6 centimeters dilated, but since the labor was still not very uncomfortable and my caregivers continued to tell me they didn't think it'd be long, I maintained a strong sense of contentment and progress. I figured it was time to get up & get moving. Chris & I walked the halls a little, while the nurses set up the baby warming bed and wheeled it into our room. This made me tear up from excitement and disbelief that they really did think it would be soon! We walked a little more, stopping for contractions, potty-breaks, and water.

While we were walking, I felt the contractions change in intensity. Chris told the nurse, who came in with Midwife L. They sat on the bed, calmly watching us. I had decided to get on the birth ball, and after a few minutes Chris and I settled into a routine for the contractions with him in the chair facing me and Enya playing in the background. During each contraction Chris rubbed my legs as I rocked slowly on the ball, vocalizing a low grumble/moan. At first we chatted in-between contractions with Midwife L and the nurse but as things got more intense I stopped talking. I began to sink deeply into "Laborland", closing my eyes during the contractions and focusing within. As long as Chris & I continued the rocking/rubbing/moaning ritual (I know, I know, it sounds like something else, but after all, the same parts & hormones ARE involved!!) I was able to stay calm and relaxed. Midwife L brought my water bottle over and some cool clothes for my face.


PART THREE: THE BIRTH
WEDNESDAY PM, MAY 18

Somewhere around 9:00pm, I felt my contractions change again and I began to feel a little "grunty" and "pushy". The contractions became very intense. Midwife L suggested I go to the bathroom one last time and as I sat (boy is it hard to pee in labor!) I was definitely feeling the urge to push. The contractions were very strong and were finally truly painful.

I decided to move to the bed and worked through the second part of transition side-lying, focusing on Chris's face, breathing deeply and trying to stay relaxed. There was one contraction that was so intense I almost lost it, but Chris helped me focus on breathing slowly and vocalizing. A part of me registered that there was some activity going on around me in the room, but I was in such a daze that the room itself looked hazy and dim (literally) and my brain was (thankfully!) in a hormone-induced fog.

Then, I felt the contractions change again - spacing out and the urge to push growing stronger as the most painful edge of the contractions dissipated. I was in the "rest and be thankful" phase in-between first stage (dilation) and second stage (birth). I dozed a little and rested, waking up more & more fully as the pushing contractions felt more urgent.

Sometime around 10pm, when I could register the room around me again, I realized it was all ready for the baby's birth, another nurse had joined us, and everyone was getting into the ready position. Midwife L and the nurse changed my bed around and encouraged me to scoot down to the end. Chris propped up one of my legs and a nurse supported the other as I reached down for the handles that would help me brace myself into an efficient pushing position.

Of course I was hoping for a brief second stage, as this was my least favorite part of Madelyn's birth. You know - one of those "three pushes and he was out" births that you hear about. Well, it was relatively short but still extremely intense. After about 15 minutes of pushing, Midwife L said my bag of waters was bulging out and it gushed open shortly thereafter. At first that felt great, warm & full of release… but then the baby's head was right there and ouch! Chris tells me the baby nurse (the one who'd just come into the room) was counting, but I was completely ignoring everything/everyone around me and was totally focused on pushing the baby's head out so it would stop hurting.

Chris watched the baby's head slipping forward and back, and as the first bit of slick black hair started to crown Midwife L encouraged me to look in the mirror. I did - and though it was very awesome to see, I have to admit I was extremely disappointed that all I saw was a sliver, knowing that it was still several pushes before he'd be out. After some hard work though, the baby's head slipped out (with his hand right up by his ear!), then his shoulders and he was born - wailing - and pulled up to my belly all slippery and warm and amazed.

I lost track of time just gazing at this new baby, my son Owen, but I think it was only a push or two before my placenta came and his cord was cut. I scooted back into the den of pillows on the bed, snuggling my new baby who had immediately started to suckle. Everyone else faded away and it was just Chris & I joyously welcoming our new son… Owen Christopher Kennedy.

OWEN'S FIRST HOURS
WEDNESDAY NIGHT, MAY 18

It was wonderful to have a baby during the day and actually be able to sleep that night! Chris & I snuggled with Owen… I got just a few minor stitches… we made some phone calls to let everyone know. Around midnight the nurse weighed and measured Owen, cleaned him up a little and by 1:00am we were all asleep, Chris on the pull-out bed, me in a new gown on a fresh bed and Owen all swaddled in the crook of my arm.

Although I didn't sleep soundly, the rest was wonderful. By five I was awake again, Owen continuing to nurse often and well. The pediatrician came and I began my campaign to be released that afternoon. He was reluctant and rather a know-it-all, and said the next pediatrician on-call would be the one to make the decision. Midwife L came to see us & told me I looked fine and she'd be fine with discharging us. I had some breakfast and took a shower, amazed at how strong I felt.

Elaine brought Madelyn around 10am, and Madelyn was so tender and gentle with her new baby. She was kissing him and petting him before her jacket was even off. She held him on my lap and looked & looked at his face. I had held off on his first bath until she got there, and so she was able to help the nurse lather him up & rinse him. He wasn't very happy but calmed down when the nurse washed his hair.

Madelyn, Chris & Elaine left around noon - Madelyn was very sad to leave without her mama and her baby, which just strengthened my resolve to come home, especially since I felt (relatively) great. I talked to the new pediatrician, got all the necessary paperwork signed, and slept for a while. It was a very peaceful afternoon.

Chris & Madelyn came to pick me up about five, just a little more than 24 hours after we had arrived the day before and we were home in time for a delicious dinner brought by my friend Gwen who held the baby while we enjoyed our first meal as a new family.

A FEW REFLECTIONS

Midwife L and the nurses at Inland Hospital in Waterville were fantastic. They followed the spirit of my birth plan exactly - allowing Chris & I the space to do the work of birthing Owen. It was a calm and peaceful experience, with absolutely no interference.

Although there were few procedural interruptions with Madelyn's birth, I was on the EFM a lot more, and was checked and talked to much more frequently as well. I have a more coherent timeline from her birth, because of these interruptions and a greater focus on time. With Owen's birth, the focus was entirely on my body. Midwife L didn't check me to see if it was time for me to push - she understood that that was what my body was doing & knew that it was right. I knew she & the nurses were watching me to see what I was doing, and listening to what I told them, and that was enough for them to make decisions about my care - it was truly an individualized, woman-centered birth. In turn, their focus & belief in my body allowed me to go much deeper into the experience. I felt a distinct hormone shift between active labor and transition, and between transition and second stage labor. I was able to go completely inward and enjoy the awesome process of birthing.

One of the aspects I was most concerned about was the post-birth recovery time, especially since I would be coming home to a three-year-old who I knew would need my energy & reassurance. It was weeks before I felt pretty good after Madelyn's birth, though it had been relatively short and completely uncomplicated. This time was totally different though - thankfully! I don't know if it was laboring in the water that relaxed my muscles, or pushing in a different position, or the fact that he is a second baby, or some other mysterious factor(s), but I felt so much better after Owen's birth. I was able to get up & take a shower the next morning, walking with some care but without much discomfort. I didn't feel at all like I'd had a baby the night before! I was tired, like I'd been on a long hike, and very hungry, but not uncomfortable like I'd been hit by a bus! It was wonderful to be able to go home so quickly and enjoy my babies…

For more information, contact Christina Kennedy at 512-2627
or by email at christina@birthingyourbaby.com.

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