Oh man. I have wanted to blog, but I have not blogged. Every time I sit down at the computer — which is frequently, since I’m having to use my breast pump 8 times a day and need something to do in the meantime — I’ve thought about how to write out the story of August’s birth, but I started once and got stuck. I just don’t have it in me right now to do the full-on play by play that you might read on other mommy/parenting blogs.
In a nutshell, it was really great. No, really. 7 hours start to finish, quick quick quick. No pain meds (obvs), no bright lights and beeping machines, just me and my husband, an inflatable birth tub in our bedroom, and a few helpers (midwife, nurse, student midwife, and doula).
The only quirk was that my water broke 24 hours before my contractions started. Normally this is cause to go to the hospital right away and induce if you haven’t started contractions within a certain time frame (usually 12 hours or less). This is to minimize the risk of infection. But my wonderful midwife told me to chill out for a day and then we’d start worrying about how to get labor moving if nothing had happened. As it turned out, nothing had happened for 24 hours, so after a 5:30 a.m. frantic phone call, she told us to come to her clinic at 7:45 am to start some antibiotics and check me out. My contractions started on the car ride over and everything was smooth sailing from there.
Anyway: home birth / natural birth / water birth: A+++, would do again. Yes, it was painful at times (mostly at crowning), but I surprised myself with how well I was able to focus to get through the contractions and the pushing. I was completely out of it by the end, but the moment after the final push when they laid her on my chest in the tub is one I will never, ever forget. Thinking back to it has made the hardest parts of the past couple of weeks bearable.