Second UP/UC, Third Daughter (Fourth Child) born on 7/13/2011
My EDD was July 21st so when Monday, July 11th came and labor began, I anticipated it to be prodromal labor like with my last baby. After an uneventful pregnancy, I had 2 hours of good contractions about 10mins apart. I got excited that contractions were taking place and progress was being made.The following day, I woke up to some good contractions that were 10-12mins apart and monitored them throughout the day. They stayed approximately 10mins apart for most of the day until later in the evening when they became 8mins apart. As bedtime came, I attempted to rest between contractions 5-8mins apart. Some back pain and pressure began in the early hours on the 13th and it made it impossible for me to sleep. I sat on the birthing ball come 3am as it was the least uncomfortable place to be.I awoke my husband around 6am to let him know he should stay home from work. I don’t know how I knew as I felt very sleep deprived and we were still a week away from our EDD, but I told him that I was either going to have this baby “today” or “tomorrow.” I reasoned with him that the contractions were very uncomfortable and I would like an extra hand with the kids. He took the day off and the contractions maintained 4-8mins.
I was 4cm dilated and anticipated going through another night of contractions. I switched between the toilet where I felt myself opening up and the birthing ball where I’d have my husband rub my lower back during contractions.
I had a few contractions, 7 mins apart, and I laughed at how my first UC went – that after a couple contractions 7 minutes apart, I went to the bathroom and had the baby within the half hour and how funny it would be if it happened like that again! I made my way to the toilet and I had a contraction right away. I breathed and moaned through it. Somehow through the fog, I felt as though it was time to get the bed prepared and I told my husband. He got it ready and came to help me to the bed.
I began to cry as I felt lots of pressure on my bum and perineum. In my exhaustion, I became fearful and began telling my husband that I wasn’t sure that I could do this, especially for another week. He could see that I was in transition and reminded me that I could and to come to the bed. I told him I’ll just do what we did with our son and have him on the floor next to the toilet but He encouraged me to the bed as it was right there and attempted to get me in a squatting position.
My body was not okay with the position because of my SPD through more tears I asked him to help me to get on all fours. I kept thinking how I couldn’t do this for another week (completely unaware that I was in transition). It hurt to push and it hurt not to push… my cervix was farther back than with my first UC so with each push I could feel it bear down on my bum and perineum and became fearful that I would tear. I did my best to massage and take my time with the pushing and calm my emotions. I felt her head at the opening and fought the urge to push hard (reminding myself to relax so I wouldn’t tear). I pushed and in one big swoop and lots of twirling, all of sweet baby #4 came spilling out of me as the bag of waters burst and baby pooped; blood, meconium, and water flooded the bed as I held my 7lb beauty in my hands in shock and awe.
I unwrapped the cord from around the back of the neck and stared at this little darling still in a daze from the experience that brought me to that very moment. My husband prompted me about the gender and then is the moment I saw – GIRL. I wiped her face down and laid her on me as I laid back on the pillows. I don’t even remember anything else… I was so happy that she was there and that I had done it… I had overcome all the obstacles to get to this very sweet success ~ I had pushed through and held another beautiful baby – born into my own hands, in my home, and on my bed. What a beautiful and empowering experience.