I’ve told people about my natural, un-medicated labor & delivery story about a hundred times and each time I do, It takes me back to a very very special time in our lives. I do want to preface this by saying that I did not intend to have an un-medicated birth, It just sort of happened that way.
I went in with an open mind but had spent months preparing myself. With that being said, it doesn’t matter how you’ve given birth to your child or even how you plan to. The important thing is that at the end of it all, you have a little baby in your arms.
I tell this story to empower woman who are thinking of having a natural and un-medicated birth by letting them know that it is absolutely possible.
***“This is a sponsored conversation from Mums the Word Network and The Stork OTC. All opinions are my own.”
Ivan’s birth story
Our Son Ivan’s original due date was May 23rd 2015 but after that day came and passed, I knew we were going to have a “late” baby on our hands.
He was born on Saturday, May 30th, 2015 after 4 days of intense prodromal labor. Needless to say, the days leading up to his birth were both painful and exhausting but at the same time, yet in retrospect, the most beautiful as well–although I didn’t think so at the time.
My contractions, which started out as minor period camping, began in the early morning hours of the 26th and continued to increase in intensity over the next few days. They were accompanied by the familiar bloody show so I knew that the time was getting closer.
The first day the cramping started, I told my Husband to go to work since It still wasn’t very strong or consistent. They appeared to start and stop spontaneously and were worse the moment I got up from a sitting position. My Mother came over that day to help me clean the house and I was trying my best to be as active as possible.
The next day, the cramping was significantly worse so I told my Husband to stay home in case he needed to take me to the hospital. We drove to my Midwife’s office where I had an ultrasound performed to make sure my fluid/placenta and baby were alright. Afterall, I was already past my due date at this point so it became imperative to make sure all was well. I was also told that I was about 4 centimeters dilated. Happy that I was making some progress, we left to go have breakfast at one of our favorite spots.
Throughout the day that Wednesday, My cramps although painful, were still tolerable enough for me to get through. Later that evening however, my cramping became quite severe but upon timing my contractions, they just weren’t close enough for me to head to the hospital.
The next day, we got changed and went out to eat. We knew that these were the last days we would be alone so we enjoyed eachothers company as best as we could. By this time, my cramping had turned into full blown contractions but were about 20-30 minutes apart and I was still able to eat, talk, and walk through them.
Later that day, I noticed a lot of bleeding and got worried. In a panic we rushed to my Midwife’s office where they checked me and told me I was about 5 centimeters dialated. My Midwife couldn’t believe that I was up and walking around but told me to labor at home as much as I could.
That evening, the pain was just too unbearable for me to take so we headed straight to labor and delivery at the hospital. While there, my contractions just weren’t close enough together despite the fact that I was already 5 centimeters dialated. My Husband and I must have walked around that hospital over 20 times to try and speed up my labor and although my contractions were strong and somewhat consistent at this point, they still weren’t close enouh to signal active labor.
After staying for a couple of hours, I was told that I was having what was called prodromal labor which is basically an inconsistent type of labor that starts and stops. So, we were sent home. I was devastated. I had not slept in days and by this time, was dealing with agonizing contractions that were tough to walk or talk through. I was advised to keep an eye on them and go home and rest.
Needless to say, I could not sleep at all. I was a wreck and was crying at nearly everything. What made it worse was that there was nothing I could do but wait at this point.
Little did I know at the time but all of this was preparing me for what would soon be active labor and by the time it would start, I would have already mastered the breathing and relaxation techniques to help me deal with the pain.
The night he was finally born
That Friday the 29th, my Husband ran out to get us some dinner. While he gone, I had the biggest contraction yet which left my legs shaking and barely able to walk. I quickly called him and told him to hurry up. We made the decision to head to the hospital as soon as we ate dinner.
The trip to the hospital was literally hell. The bumps, the stops..all of it was intensified by the fact that I was in excruciating pain. Thankfully, my Husband didn’t mind the fact that I was banging on his car during each contraction and wailing out a few choice words. I couldn’t help it, it was helping me to sooth myself.
As we got there, I remember stopping at the door because I literally could not move during my contraction. Some of the nurses there recognized us from the night before “you’re back!” one squeeled. Another indicated that I definetely looked like I was in labor now. Those words were music to my ears. I was determined to have this baby that night and would NOT be sent home again.
Let’s try this again
We arrived at the hospital around 10pm and were lucky enough to snag the only room there with a tub.Upon checking me, my Midwife said I was about 7 centimeters dilated and told me that it was probably best to just pop my bag since my water had not broken on It’s own yet. I agreed. After that, it was on! the contractions became stronger and stronger and much closer together. I got in the tub and tried to relax.
Each time the pain came on I found myself screaming, cursing, and banging at the side of the tub–it brought such great relief to do so. Oh and everything I learned in my breathing class went out the window. When you’re in that much pain, the last thing you tend to think about is your breathing.
The months leading up to my labor were spent watching birthing videos and reading endless books and articles about dealing with the pain of labor. I had a few empowering affirmations/mantras in my mind that I kept saying to myself over and over. They gave me great comfort and by this time, I knew that I was likely going to have my baby without any medication.
Bring me the epidural!
At around 2am, I was about 8 or 9 centimeters dialated and although I remember bits and pieces, It was almost like I was in another dimension for the most part. I do remember my wonderful Husband feeding me ice chips, giving me sips of juice and water, and wiping the sweat off my head.
I was required to lay in the bed at this point which I honestly hated. It was so much more natural for me to be in a squatting position but unfortunately, I had to follow hospital policies. I began to experience back labor which was pretty intense but luckily, it was short lived. My Midwife gently placed an ice-pack on my belly to encourage baby to move which worked instantaneously.
I did reach my breaking point when I was about 9 centimeters dilated and begged for the epidural just so I could go to sleep. I hadn’t slept in days and was afraid I wouldn’t have enough energy to push. My nurse went to get me the consent form and found the anesthesiologist. As she gave the pen in my hand to sign the consent form, my body started to push my Son out. It was such a natural feeling that I could not explain but I quickly realized that this was it–it was happening and I didn’t need the epidural after all.
It took me about 45 minutes to push my Son out and each time I gave it my all, I felt more and more exhausted. I didn’t know how much more I could take. Luckily, I had literally the best nurses I could have ever asked for next to me cheering me on. I’m moved to tears when I think of how much they helped me get through it all.
Then I saw his beautiful face
My Son was finally born at around 4am that morning and all of the pain I had felt literally disappeared. I could not believe that I had been able to endure all of that and was amazed at what the human body was capable of.
I looked back at the last 4 of days of pain and agony and realized that they actually made me stroner and better able to handle the pain of active labor. I’m due with my second baby in December and although I am hoping for the best, I am going in with an open mind as I did with my first.
No one gets a prize for having an all-natural birth and at the end of the day what’s important is ending up with a healthy, happy baby. I just hope that I can be just as strong this second time around.
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