All photos by Merritt Chesson Photography |
The midwife on call, Jessica, reassured me that most women
begin labor soon after their water breaks, but I’d need to plan to come in to
the Birth Center in the morning either way. Two and a half years earlier, I had
been “in labor” 78 hours from the time I felt my first contraction to pushing
out my first daughter at the WBWC. I was
a bit nervous things wouldn’t progress quickly enough since my body certainly
took it’s time with #1, so I knew more than anything I needed to try to sleep
while I still had time.
Four or so hours later, the familiar but quickly forgotten
tightness of a contraction began. They were 15 – 30 min apart for a few hours
and I was able to sleep in between. My
appetite actually prompted me out of bed around 3:30 AM, and I received some
needed encouragement via text from my best friend, who happened to be awake and
was my doula with the birth of my first. Then back to bed for another hour or
two of spaced but increasingly stronger contractions.
By 6:00 AM I could no longer lay still or sleep between the
impressively strong pains, so I jumped in the shower. Again, I expected a full
day of this and wanted to feel prepared and try to relax my body. Jessica was
still on call to receive my 7:00am update that my contractions were 7 – 12 minutes
apart. She told me I was welcome to come in whenever I wanted, but it was okay
to wait until they were more like 4 – 6 minutes apart.
I gave my friend and country neighbor Jane a ring. She’s also a nurse at the WBWC, who offered
to be present as a doula if she wasn’t working that day. Her presence was a relief because by 8 AM I
was struggling to stand through the discomfort and was shocked with how quickly
it seemed things were progressing. I began
to tap back into the breathing techniques I learned at a Birthing from Within
class I attended 3 years prior. Although
my contractions remained about 6 minutes apart, the pain seemed really
productive and the noises of everyone getting ready for their day around my
house felt distracting. I was ready for the relaxing, quiet atmosphere of the
Peach Room.
Despite a very busy weekend of deliveries, Tuesday, May 24th
was exceptionally quiet. When I arrived at 9:00 AM, I was the only mama in
labor. Carey greeted me with her student midwife, Kristen, and I welcomed two
for the price of one. Chas, my sister Katelyn, photographer Merritt,
Jane, and nurse Asha rounded out the crew.
Some mamas prefer smaller crowds but as with my first, I really
appreciated the support and witness of caring, knowledgeable folks around me.
The car ride over had sped things up, and I was at that
point starting to moan through the pain that found me every 3 minutes. My first
cervical check told us I was a “stretchy 7, zero station, fully effaced” and I
was thrilled! I knew I’d have this baby before lunch, which was mind blowing
and a bit intimidating.
My exceptionally long , 12 days past the due date, with a
9lb 3oz baby 2.5 years ago was epic – hard and empowering, and I couldn’t have
been more proud of myself and thankful for midwife Emily’s commitment to us.
But everything about this labor was different and while going so well, it was a
challenge even still to remain focused, allow my body to take control, and not
give up in the middle of such discomfort.
I was aware of how much freedom the birth team gave me to lead the
delivery, and their silent confidence was reassuring.
I had a difficult time finding a position to labor in that
helped ease the minute-long waves of pain, but someone offered to draw a warm
bath. I had used water therapy throughout my many aches during pregnancy and
welcomed the idea. I spent a half hour or so on my hands and knees, thankful
for the weight of my perfectly basketball-esq bump to be lifted by the warm
water. I was probably mid-transition when my arms started to give out and I
switched to lying on my side. I was in full blown groaning pain and encouraged
to push whenever I felt the urge. Eeek! I didn’t really feel the urge with my
first; it was a conscious all out decision to be done and get her out. With
that first experience, I felt incredible relief with , and it truly did not
hurt very much.
But this faster, more furious transition period and soon-to-follow
pushing HURT more! It was so interesting to hear my voice responding to the
pain, and I think I shared with the team during a longer pause between
contractions that I thought I sounded like a Viking. Ha!! Soon enough the urge
came and through 3 or 4 contractions I propelled baby girl #2 out of me – all
of her at once. I could feel the incredible force, which was confirmed by the
onlookers and catcher. She let out a quick cry, was placed on my chest, held
her next breath about 3 seconds longer than anyone cared for and started to
turn blue. I, too, held my breath but a good strong back rub by the attentive
midwives and she began to wail, clear and strong. My mama heart rejoiced!
All of the anxiety and pain was instantly gone when I could
see her perfect little face and hear her sweet voice. The midwives were
meanwhile concerned with what appeared to be a large amount of blood filling
the tub and quickly got me to the bed to investigate. Thankfully the bleeding
had already mostly stopped and I was in the clear.
WOW. Just wow. 11:30 AM Margaux Frances Edens joined the
outside, on her due date, and we couldn’t get over how “small” she was at 7lb
13oz. I kept telling myself, “It felt like the most polite birth,” because of
how quickly she arrived and without complications. Our sweet baby has continued
so effortlessly to do what we all hope they’ll do – grow, eat, sleep and poop.
We packed up our things and made it home for dinner at 7:00pm. All in a day’s work.