My baby girl, Sybil, is 11 weeks old already and I have yet to write her birth story. So because I know I'll want it years from now, I'm writing all the details of her birth. Here is Part 1:
Baby Laparra was due to come September 25th, 2012. The thing about due dates, however, is that they are rarely accurate. So, like a lot of first time moms, I was overdue. Every day I would go on long walks, do squats, drink raspberry leaf tea, use some evening primrose oil and do everything I could to induce labor. I was uncomfortable and ready to meet this little gem. On the last day of September, we had some people over for hot apple cider and a bonfire. I was having contractions pretty consistently and was getting excited. At around 10pm that night I called my midwife and told her my contractions were regular but not intense. I said I was planning to go to bed anyway and sleep through them. She agreed that was a great idea and said to call her if anything changed.
Well, I slept through the night and woke up discouraged. My contractions had stopped. It was October and I was still pregnant.
So, Monday, October 1st, I went on a two mile walk, came home and showered and rested a bit. Then at 12 o'clock noon my contractions started up again, but this time, they were legit. I called my mom and told her I was having contractions and she asked about them. I said, "they hurt like a mother." She told me I was in labor and her and dad would leave soon to drive up from Nebraska. My sweet husband was home so he watched a few episodes of Bones with me and pushed pause with each contraction. This went on most of the day and my doula, Carlie came over at 9:00 pm.
I had already called my midwife Martha, so she knew I was in labor and was ready to meet us at the Birth Center whenever we were ready. At 10 pm, Carlie and Andrew thought we should go to the Birth Center...I thought they were crazy. Nonetheless, Martha said to meet her there at 10:30. Right before we went to the Birth Center, I went to the bathroom and when I got out I threw up several times. At that point I realized I was a lot further along in the labor process than I thought. We got in the car and I took (what seemed to be) the bumpiest ride to the Birth Center, which was only seven minutes away.
When we got there, Martha checked me and I was already 8 cm dilated! My 10 hours of labor at home had done some major work! So I got in the whirlpool and labored another half hour. At this point my water hadn't broke and I was really wanting it to. So I started pushing. I felt something weird and asked Martha to check it out. She said my bag of waters was coming out, but was still intact! I said, "Of course this would happen to me." (I had recently had a conversation with Carlie about few babies being born in their bag of waters.) A few minutes later it broke and I was ready to push.
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