Having children has changed me immensely. In a world of turmoil, pain, and suffering,
they help me see good, purity, and truth.
Having children has taught me to stand up for something I believe, to
advocate. I want for everyone to feel
the joy that comes from babies, from children. That joy starts during pregnancy
as you are growing that little being, and flourishes after the birth of your
infant. I desire to give other woman the
gift of seeing the beauty and being able purely enjoy the birth of their child
along with the first few weeks of learning how to mother that baby.
On January 27, 2009 I found out I was expecting my first
child. It was an unexpected, but welcome
surprise. I was finishing my last
semester of college, and would move across the country for a summer internship and
job for my husband. I didn’t know anyone
in our new place and chose an OB/GYN at random.
My only preparation for his birth was reading “What to expect when
you’re expecting” and going to part of a birthing class at the hospital when I
was 37 weeks pregnant.
Going into his birth I wanted to do it natural, as my mom
had with me. My mom had 6 children, the
oldest was a cesarean birth, followed by 3 all natural vbacs, then 1 with an
epidural, and the last natural. On
September 23 at 3:06 pm my water broke.
I immediately called my husband as I had been instructed to do and went
to the hospital. I was not having any
contractions and was 2 cm dilated. My attending
midwife quickly decided as soon as I finished the first bag of antibiotics for
being GBS positive I would be given pitocen to induce labor. The pitocen was
increased every half hour until it was maxed out. I kept getting up saying I had to use the
bathroom just to be able to walk around and not be tied to the bed. My midwife
was worried that since I was a first time mom and was not having contractions
yet that it would be a long labor which is why she was so quick to give
pitocen.
After a few hours on pitocen and at the great urging of my
husband and midwife I got an epidural. I
was more scared of the epidural than having my son, I detested needles and it
took two tries and some spinal fluid leakage to get it in right. After the
epidural was in the nurse checked me and I was dilated to a 10, looking back I
was a little sad thinking if I had just had some encouragement I could have had
my baby all natural. The midwife had me
wait for an hour before pushing so she could attend to another woman. After I began pushing my baby was born 30
minutes later. His cry was a beautiful
thing to hear, I will never forget his face as he was handed immediately to me,
still warm and wet, slippery from vernix. I had two tears that were 2nd
to 3rd degree which needed stitching. He roomed in and we began a
troubled breastfeeding journey. By two
weeks nursing was too painful, I resorted to pumping and bottle feeding.
Finally at my husband’s prompting I went to a lactation consultant. I learned
so much and discovered I had thrush from the antibiotic during labor and that
my baby was not latching right. By six
weeks my son was back on the breast, and though we continued to have our
various struggles he nursed until he was 20 months old.
In retrospect I wish I had been better educated, I wish I
would have learned more, I wish I had someone who would have said have you
considered all your options. I really
wish I had someone who had told me, it is ok to say no to your doctor or
midwife. You do not have to blindly
follow them. However, I would not have changed anything about that experience,
because it shaped me, it drove me to look for something more. My biggest regret
was not making informed decisions, before that night I had never even heard of
pitocen.
Two years later I was again going to be blessed with a baby. I found myself very educated and prepared for
my second birth and baby. I read so many
books, over a dozen birthing books and watched many video documentaries. I
chose to have my baby girl at Better Birth birthing center. In preparation for her birth I also drank
gallons of red raspberry leaf tea and took evening primrose oil. I had a great fear of being GBS positive
because I felt like that added a lot of stress to my son’s birth, I took two
garlic tablets a day from 28 weeks on, and I was GBS negative this time.
I went into labor a
week before my due date; labor hit hard, no early warnings just 0 to 60. I was contracting every 2 to 3 minutes for a
minute per contraction. We called the
midwives and arraigned to meet them at the birth center in an hour. I gathered up the last minute things as best
I could between contractions and we dropped my son off at his grandparents’
house. After arriving at the birthing
center I asked to be checked and was dilated to 4 cm with my babe being
posterior. The midwives had me lay on
the bed with pillows arranged to help my baby turn. My husband rubbed my back during every
contraction. After an hour I asked to
get in the tub. What sweet relief is a
warm tub in labor. I quickly began
vocalizing to get through contractions and had my sweet husband pour water over
my belly. Later he told me it made him
feel silly but it was something else for me to focus on. I continually repeated in my head a phrase
from the book birthing from within, “Do nothing extra” it helped me to focus
and channel my energy. After about another hour in the tub I felt like pushing,
to me it felt like I pushed forever but my midwife told me it was only 9
minutes. Pushing her out hurt, as other
mothers warned me there would be a moment I would say never mind, I don’t want
to do this. But it was too late, I reached down to feel my baby’s head I could
tell she was right there. I pushed her
head out and then the midwife instructed me to reach down and pull her out of
the water. Suddenly it was the peace
after a storm; I beheld my perfect little wrinkly baby. I walked over to the bed, umbilical cord
still connecting us, and sat down with my husband to look at our little
beauty. After the cord stopped pulsating
I cut it. The placenta took about half an
hour to come out; I was surprised that no one was concerned by this as it had
been pulled out after my son was born. I was happy that I did not have any
tears with my second labor.
I decided to become a doula because I want women to enjoy
and love the experience of giving life, no matter where or how they choose to
do it, I want it to be a pleasant memory.
I can’t help but smile and tear up as I think of the births of my
babies. Nothing is so sweet as a pure
little newborn.