Cayce's Birth Story

Cayce Williams was born in the late afternoon of March 2, 2010. She weighed nearly eight pounds and was perfect in every way. Immediately after birth she was placed on her mother’s stomach, eyes wide open, taking in the world around her. Her parents were able to look at her, hold her, and enjoy those first moments as a family together. Her mother had worked so hard for many hours in order to finally enjoy this moment.

Labor began early in the morning the day before. Contractions were tolerable and sporadic for most of the day, but Jenifer knew that her baby would be coming soon, so she spent the day in preparation for what was ahead, by packing and making food. Jenifer called her family, and they were soon on their way to witness this birth experience. She wondered if her water had broken, and contemplated going to the hospital to have things checked out.

Towards evening, Jenifer’s contractions became stronger and more regular. She decided to get into the bathtub to relax and to help her manage the stronger contractions. It was at this point, Sam’s mother came over to join them and that the doula was called. After a couple of hours in the tub, and many very strong contractions that Jenifer managed so well, she decided to move into the bed. Getting out of the tub was difficult, and Jenifer experienced some very strong contractions and nausea. Everyone wondered if she might be close to giving birth, and it was decided to head over to the hospital in Salem. Jenifer was not ready to get out of bed, though, so everyone waited for her and then supported her out to the car.

At the hospital Jenifer was found to be 2.5 centimeters dilated. Her contractions continued on regularly and intensely, and the hospital staff realized that she might be farther along than she was measuring because of a bit of scar tissue that was probably restricting dilation. The nurses opened up a room for her so that she could labor in the bathtub for a while. She was checked every hour for four hours, while having contractions about three minutes apart, and continued to remain at 2.5 centimeters dilated. To carry on without having progress was so difficult, but Jenifer continued to work so hard. She amazed everyone around her, including the staff at the hospital.

Towards five in the morning, Jenifer was checked again and was found to be closer to four centimeters dilated! Jenifer decided that at this point she would like to have IV medications to help make contractions more manageable. She had not slept in a very long time, and hoped that the medication would help her rest between contractions. She now labored in the hospital bed, on her side. She liked having her back and feet massaged, her head stroked, and maintaining eye contact with Sam, who never left her side. So many people remarked at what a close couple they were, how strong Jenifer was, and what an amazing support that Sam was to her.

By 10 o’clock, the IV medications were not as effective as they once were, and Jenifer felt like she needed more to get through. She was now seven centimeters dilated. Her back was hurting so much and she was very tired. The nurse and her doula suggested that she go to the bathroom and spend some time leaning forward, as that might help her baby to rotate and come down farther. This was, by far, the most intense part of Jenifer’s labor. She worked so hard, and everyone so admired her strength and determination!

After some time on her feet, Jenifer decided to get an epidural. Everyone around her supported this decision, wanting her to get some relief from her contractions. It took some time for the epidural to fully take effect, but it finally did and everyone was relieved that Jenifer could finally have some respite from the pain she was experiencing. Family members took turns resting, quietly visiting, and supporting the expectant couple.

At three o’clock, the nurse felt just a small lip of cervix over the baby’s head that she was able to push back as Jenifer pushed. It was time to start pushing! Although Jenifer was told that the first pushes were for practice, she did awesome right from the start. She pushed at the peak of the contractions, with Sam and her doula supporting her legs, and it wasn’t long before the top of her baby’s head was visible. By the time the doctor came into the room, Jenifer was nearly crowing. During the final pushes, all of Jenifer’s family came close so that they could see baby Cayce be born. It was an amazing sight! She came out with her hand by her face, surrounded by so many people who marveled at her and loved her.

It is always such an honor to be present during a labor and birth. It is such an intimate time for a couple and for a family, and I can’t help but be amazed every time at the miracle of it all. Sam and Jenifer were a very special partnership, and it was very evident to all that saw them together that they have an extraordinary relationship. I saw in Jenifer such a strong, strong woman. She truly amazed me, and I will always remember the grace and strength that she possessed during this time of her life.

Sylvia's Birth Story

This is the story of a birth that I attended last Spring -- an amazingly peaceful experience. I am always so grateful to families that allow me to be a part of such an important time in their lives.

Contractions began for Melanie on the evening of April 16^th, after her baby shower. She tried to go to sleep for the night, knowing that her baby would be coming soon, but she was too excited, and didn’t sleep until very early in the morning. Her contractions were strong, but remained spaced apart.

Throughout the next day she continued to have regular, strong contractions. She and her doula went on a walk, enjoying a very beautiful morning with many flowers in bloom. Melanie, her husband and their doula went to the Farmer’s Market to pass the time, all while she was having contractions. She found some soap she really liked and ate a bit of bread. She ran into several people that she knows, and all were amazed that she could actually be in labor. Melanie had such a big smile on her face, she was so excited, and no one expected to see such a happy laboring woman.

Early in the afternoon Melanie’s doula left Melanie and Kuno alone in the house for a couple of hours so that they could rest. Everyone hoped that by resting and being in a quiet house that Melanie’s contractions would intensify and become closer together. Alone time worked, and three hours later (around 4 pm) Melanie was ready to go to the hospital.

Melanie’s contractions were much more intense, but she continued to have a smile on her face. All of the people who saw her commented on her happy attitude and told her how amazing she was. When she was checked in, her cervix was checked and found to be 2.5 centimeters. The hospital staff wanted her to spend time walking around because they did not want to admit her until she was 3 centimeters. So everyone did a bit of walking the halls. Melanie relied on her husband for support while she was standing. After a couple of contractions in the hall, Melanie asked to go back to the room to sit on the ball for a while. She felt a lot of back pressure, so she liked to have someone push on her back during a contraction.

After 90 minutes in triage, Melanie was found to be nearly 4 centimeters dilated and was taken to a room to have her IVs inserted and antibiotics administered. Melanie was eager to get into the Jacuzzi tub, so it was a long wait to have everything done, but Melanie continued to smile through it all.

Finally she was able to get in the tub, and it was such a relief. It was as good as she imagined it would be. Kuno stayed with Melanie in the bathroom, supporting her through her contractions. After about 45 minutes in the tub, Melanie wondered if she might be pushing. Her nurse helped her out of the tub and onto the bed so that she could be checked again. She was 8 centimeters! Everyone knew the baby was coming soon, and within three contractions, and after a couple of kisses from her husband, Melanie was actually pushing (still smiling). No one needed to tell her how to do it, she just knew exactly how!

Sylvia was born before 8 pm and was perfect in every way. Her mother and father were so excited to meet her and to introduce her to Big Sister. Sylvia nursed right away, showing everyone how healthy and strong she was.

Sam's Homebirth

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Sam's Birth Story, Part V -- Birth

When Pam told me she was concerned about the blood she was seeing and that she wanted me to get serious about pushing, I wasn't concerned. I was so inside of myself, overwhelmed with the intensity of what I was feeling, that what she said didn't worry me. I knew that everything was going to be okay.

As the next contraction started to build, I started to push. Hard. It was the strangest feeling -- almost like I was pushing against a brick wall. It felt like this baby wasn't budging a bit, and remembering that no one had checked my cervix to tell me that I was fully dilated (I was operating on instinct), I wondered if my sense was correct. Maybe my body wasn't ready yet. No sooner had that thought crossed my mind, then I felt an explosion. I had pushed the baby's head out without even realizing that I was crowning. I wouldn't have even known that the head was out if somebody (I don't know who) hadn't said something. Being in the water took away all of those "ring of fire" sensations that I was expecting. It was amazing.

Pamela and Lennon reached across to unloop the cord from around the baby's neck. This is the part that I wasn't aware of until I saw pictures. My back was to everyone and I had no idea anyone even came near me (shows how good they are at their job). With another small push, the baby shot out towards the other end of the pool, totally under the water, and Lennon reached in and "swooshed" the baby back through my legs so I could pick him up.I reached down and pulled him up by the armpits, and held him to my chest. I was in awe. I was finally able to open my eyes to look up and see my family gathered on my bed. Mike and John were smiling; my mom was crying; Stacey, Lennon and Pamela looked so supportive. I was filled with love. Love for this new little boy I was holding against me, and love for my family and friends that were able to share the experience with me. I don't really think I can find the right words to describe that moment with any accuracy. Just filled with joy.

Cradling him in my hands, I held him out so I could have a look at him. He wasn't moving at all or making any noises. For a moment I was worried something was wrong, but right then he brought his arm to his face and let out a little coo. He never cried. He kept his eyes closed, and to me it seemed like he must have slept through most of labor because he really acted like he was asleep. I studied his faced wondering who he looked like, and noticing his nose first, I announced that he looked like Charlie. He was perfect.

Pretty quickly Lennon had me get out of the pool to sit on the birth stool to await the delivery of my placenta. She wanted to better be able to monitor my blood loss. Even though labor was over, I was continuing to have contractions and cramping, as my uterus was clamping down, trying to do the last of its work. This was not fun. I wanted to just hop in bed and cuddle with my baby, but instead I was squatting on a very low stool that resembled a toilet seat while holding my baby. Someone helped me take of my swimsuit top and wrapped me in a towel so I could keep Sam warm. After a half-hour of waiting, I got impatient, and Lennon did a little cord traction to see if the placenta was sitting right there, but it stayed put for the time being. Finally, after another fifteen minutes (45 minutes total), the placenta plopped out into a metal bowl after a little push from me. My pesky placenta and I were finally face to face, and I could care less. I was ready to get cleaned up and get into bed.

Stacey and Lennon washed me from the waist down and checked for tears, all while little Sam was in bed with me. After pushing so hard, and not very carefully, I fully expected to need some stitches. Amazingly, I only had a very superficial first-degree tear that did not require stitching. As they were working on me, I was able to put Sam to my breast and he latched right on. His eyes were open wide and he just stared at me while he nursed. It is my favorite memory of the birth. I felt so bonded to him. While he was nursing I could hear that Charlie was up too, and I could hear him laughing and playing with Mike and John.

Lennon weighed Sam right next to me on the bed. He was seven pounds, two ounces -- my smallest baby by nearly a pound. After he was weighed Lennon asked me if I would like to dress Sam, but I was too tired so I asked her if she would do it. She dressed him in a little nightgown that I had picked out and set aside several weeks before he was born. Pamela came in and washed my face with a cool washcloth, and it felt like heaven. I was so hot. I got up and put on a clean t-shirt and climbed back into bed.

Soon, Stacey, Lennon and Pamela made their way home. They would be back the next day to check on me. My mom and Mike settled down the kids and got them ready for bed. Slowly, the house became quiet and dark and Sam and I snuggled into my bed together, mother and baby son. It took me a long time to fall asleep. My mind was full of memories of the last 48 hours, amazed at how perfectly things had turned out despite my worries and fears. Looking down at this new little boy, I felt a strong sense of completion. We had our three boys: John, Charlie, and Sam, the children I felt that we were meant to have.

Finally, as the night sky started to glow with the sun's first light, I fell into an exhausted (and sweaty) sleep, holding the sweetest smelling baby in my arms.

Sam's Birth Story, Part IV -- This is It!

I've read several birth stories lately where the author has used their midwife's notes to write everything out. This makes sense, because when in the throes of labor, it can be very difficult to be aware of everything that is going on. Everyone at a birth has their own experiences and perceptions, and I've done the best I can to be as accurate as possible, while sharing my own perspective of the birth. Interestingly, I got some pictures back from my doula the other day of the birth. She had captured a picture of something that I had absolutely no idea had occurred (I'll share more about this later). I don't know where I'm going with this, other than to say that the facts presented are my own thoughts of how everything occurred, and maybe I'm not totally accurate, but I think I'm pretty close.Back to the story...

Stacey, my doula, was first to arrive. It was about one o'clock in the morning. I had been in the water for less than five minutes, and I really had a hard time finding a comfortable position. I tried sitting cross-legged, leaning back against the walls of the tub, floating on my stomach, and kneeling, but as soon as a contraction hit my whole bottom would hurt so bad that I just didn't know where to situate myself. I started yelling, "No, no, no, no, no" over and over during contractions. Stacey encouraged me to relax my face and that I could definitely do this.

Lennon came in soon after to listen to the baby's heart rate during a contraction. She didn't make me move at all, and just stuck the doppler into the water and listened. The baby had gotten a lot lower so it was difficult to find his heartbeat, but she did after several tries, and it was a wonderful sound.

Within minutes, the contractions were right on top of each other. I was yelling my way through them. I was yelling so loud that I was sure I would wake up the kids and my neighbors. Later, my midwives told me that I wasn't yelling all that loud, but, in the moment, I felt like I was loud enough to bring down the roof. It was the only way I could manage the pain. I never would have felt comfortable yelling like that in the hospital, but it really helped me to feel better.

Stacey mentioned that she would like to try and take off my swimsuit bottoms in between a contraction (unlike me, she actually thought I might have a baby sometime soon). I agreed with her, but the contractions weren't really having a breaking point, and the baby was just pushing down so hard. Every time he moved it was excruciating and the most difficult part of labor. I had never experienced that sensation before. It was almost more than I could handle. I kept saying, "don't move baby, please don't move". At some point, Stacey came over and yanked off my underwear. It was quite an ordeal, and one of my funniest memories of the birth. Me squirming around, trying to lift my hips and her pulling off my very wet, and difficult to maneuver, bottoms off.

I wish I could share some amazing technique that I used to get through those contractions, but I don't. This was such a different labor for me, and it was all I could do to get through it. I was yelling, saying I couldn't do it, crying. I didn't visualize a bud opening up to the flower. I didn't have a mantra. I felt like I was on a runaway train, and was just hanging on for dear life.

A little before 2:00 AM I switched positions to lean over the side of the pool. My back was towards everyone. Lennon came over to listen to the baby again. I had another contraction, but it felt different this time. It felt good. It wasn't painful. I was able to just breathe through it and didn't feel the need to yell. At the peak of it I wondered if my body was starting to push. I told Mike that I thought it was time to go and wake up John. I waited for the next contraction to actually try pushing. The contraction came and as it peaked I pushed a little bit. I could feel my water breaking and said so out loud.

From behind me I heard Pamela's voice. I hadn't even realized she was in the room. Quietly she told me that she was seeing a little more blood than she likes to see (I hadn't noticed that the clear water of the birth pool was slowly turning red) and that she would like me to push really hard during the next contraction and get my baby out.

I grumbled something about already pushing hard, and started to bear down.

Sam's Birth Story, Part III

Since completing my doula training, and immersing myself in birth culture, one of the things that really interested me was fetal positioning. Although I had never experienced it myself, I had heard many stories of friends who had had excruciating back labor, indicating that the baby was posterior (facing forward). I also had read about ascynclitic (baby's head cocked or angled to the side) births, where labor and delivery lasted forever because baby was not in an optimal position. Probably due to all of this exposure to alternative positioning, I had a lot of concerns about how I might handle this if it happened to me. My midwives can attest to me bringing it up often during our visits, asking them what we would do if I experienced back labor or a different "malpresentation". I read books about optimal fetal positioning, slept on my side, didn't recline backwards, sat forward on my birth ball, spent a lot of time on my hands and knees, and even visited a doula friend in another town so she could rebozo me, encouraging baby into a good position.

Prodromal labor is sometimes referred to as "false labor". There is nothing "false" about it, however, as it really does serve a purpose. Prodromal labor are contractions that are irregular, that do not get closer together or more intense, leading up to birth. Prodromal labor can dilate and efface. Prodromal labor can be painful and intense. It can last for hours or days. The main purpose of prodromal, or pre-labor, is to get your body and baby ready for delivery. The contractions can help baby move into a better position. Women who experience prodromal labor can also have shorter periods of active labor.

None of these rational thoughts were running through my mind on Friday evening. I had burst into tears off and on all day in frustration and fear. By 7:00 pm I was completing 16 hours of contractions that were hurting and exhausting me. I hadn't slept more than an hour in the past two days and I could sense that I was reaching my limit. In desperation, Mike and I took a walk around our neighborhood. It was the same route that we took the afternoon before Charlie was born, and maybe I was hoping for similar results. On our walk, Mike reassured me that everything was going to be just fine, and that he trusted what our midwives had told us -- that labor would start that night. I tried to share his optimism, but thought to myself that he wasn't the one enduring contractions every five to 15 minutes.

Shortly after getting home, we all decided to go to bed. My mother had decided not to go home that morning and was going to stay the night. I actually encouraged her to go home because I was sure that as long as she was there I wouldn't go into labor (for some reason). My mom slept in with John and Mike slept out on the sofa, knowing that I probably wouldn't be doing much sleeping once I got into bed. I laid on my side in my bed trying to sleep a little in between contractions, but rest wasn't forthcoming. I stared at the birth pool, inflated but empty. We had changed the sheets that morning and all of the birth supplies were out. Everything was ready, but was I ready? Was the baby ready? I just couldn't shake the feeling that something must be wrong for me to be experiencing this type of labor.

A couple of hours passed with me just laying there, still contracting. I watched TV for a while. Eventually, about 11:30 I got up to use the bathroom. After I stood up from the toilet I had a contraction, just slightly stronger than the ones I had had in bed. I had the idea to just stand up for a little bit to see if the next contraction would come a little sooner. Five minutes later I had another one. And then five minutes after that I had a contraction so strong that I started moaning and rocking back and forth. I questioned myself. Could this be it? Was it just another false alarm? Suddenly I decided that I didn't care if it was a false alarm, I was going to get in my birth tub anyway.

I turned on the water to start filling the tub and walked out to let Mike know what was going on. On the way to the living room I was struck with another contraction. I had to stop to moan and sway. In the darkness I watched Mike sleeping on the sofa, debating whether to wake him. My moaning woke him up, though, and he immediately hopped up to assist me. Before I could finish telling him what was going on I had another contraction and the moaning and swaying resumed. Mike put his hands on my shoulders to comfort me, and said, "Oh, Amy!" Believe it or not this was my first experience having my husband be my labor support. In the hospital environment he had always been too intimidated, but at home we were able to be more comfortable and intimate. I finally was able to tell him that I was filling the pool and getting in no matter what. I didn't care anymore if we had the baby at home and we could just go to the hospital for a c-section in a couple of hours if the baby didn't come. I couldn't do it anymore.

I walked back to our bedroom and put on my swimsuit, top and bottom. My mom woke up, and I told her to go back to bed. In all of my craziness, I was worried that if she looked at me that labor wouldn't progress (kind of like the morning), but she told me that there was no way she could go to sleep. Fine, I thought. Whatever. I didn't have the energy to care about anything anymore, and I was very cranky. I called my doula and my midwives. I mentioned to Pamela on the phone that I just wanted to let her know that I was planning on going to the hospital for a c-section in a couple of hours, that I just couldn't do labor anymore. I could hear her smiling through the phone. All the while I was contracting and moaning every three minutes.

With everyone en route back to my house, I settled myself into the very warm water of my birth pool.

Sam's Birth Story, Part II

Just a little after midnight, on Friday, May 23rd (39 weeks, 4 days pregnant), I woke up to go to the bathroom. After emptying my bladder, I knew it would be impossible to go back to sleep. I had had pretty bad insomnia for the past several weeks. Moving around in bed was just so painful, and I had to get up to pee every half-hour, so it was hard to see the point of trying to sleep for any length of time. I headed to the living room and watched the season finale of Grey's Anatomy and ate a bowl of cereal. At about 3 AM I went back to bed and as soon as I laid down I had a pretty intense contraction. I laid there to see if another one would follow -- it did, but not for another half-hour. Thirty minutes later, I had another one. Then another twenty minutes later, then ten minutes later, then five minutes later. They were definitely getting closer together.

All this time I just laid on my side watching the clock, until contractions seemed to be about 3-5 minutes apart, when I got up to get on the computer just to distract myself. I announced to my online due date club I was in labor, emailed some friends, and timed my contractions using contraction master. Because my labor with Charlie was about five hours total, I assumed I would be holding my baby before lunch time.After about half-an-hour of contractions that were about three minutes apart, I called my midwife, my doula and my mother at about 5:30 AM and woke Mike up to get the birth pool ready.

My contractions were strong, and I had to focus through them. I moved to the living room and bounced on my exercise ball, listening to Mike fill the birth pool with air (it was annoyingly VERY loud), and John, who had since woken up, trying to help while asking lots of questions. I felt irritable and just not able to focus. The chaos of my house that morning, as the sun was coming up, was not how I envisioned my beautiful homebirth. Soon the midwives arrived, along with my doula, Stacey. Stacey had been at my last birth, and has since become a very good friend and doula mentor. I couldn't imagine giving birth without her. I was happy to have everyone there, but as soon as they arrived it seemed that my contractions slowed and were no longer moving in a regular pattern. They were still painful and intense (I described them as 6 cm contractions, as they felt about as painful as the contractions I experienced when I was 6 cm along before I gave birth to Charlie), but very spaced out. I started to feel like a watched pot, and told everyone that I was going to go lay down in my bedroom and try and rest. I was really tired, as I had really not slept the night before. I laid in bed for more than an hour, listening to my ipod, trying to focus on my body, willing the contractions to come.

At some point my mom came in to let me know she was there. I shared with her that I thought things were slowing down and I was discouraged. I had assumed that the baby would be here before noon, but it seemed like that wasn't going to happen. Around 8:00 AM, Lennon, the midwife's apprentice, came in to let me know that Pamela, my midwife, was going to go back to Salem to go to her other job, but that she would come back as soon as I needed her. Lennon also let me know that it was very common for moms' labors to slow down as the sun comes up, as it is when our house starts getting busy and our other children need our attention. Stacey also came into my room to see how I was doing. I expressed my frustration. Why was I having these painful contractions 10 minutes apart, when in my last labor these types of contractions seemed to get closer and closer together? I worried that something might be wrong. Both she and Lennon assured me that everything was fine. That I would develop a regular labor pattern, but that things probably wouldn't pick up until the nighttime, when the kids were in bed.

I asked Lennon if she thought I should have a vaginal exam to check my dilation (I hadn't had one during all of my pregnancy, and actually had a goal to not have one at all -- I wanted to be able to just trust my own instincts when it came to labor and pushing). Lennon was willing to do one, but she asked me what I hoped to gain by that information. She reminded me that my current dilation was no indication as to how long I would labor. I decided against the exam. I was just frustrated and impatient. At 9:30 AM I sent everyone home with the hopes that I would be calling them shortly when labor picked up. I almost cried as I heard their cars pulling away.

Meanwhile, my contractions, painful, but irregular, continued.

Sam's Birth Story, Part I

Never has a pregnancy seemed to stretch out over eternity. Never has a pregnancy seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. Looking back over the last 10 months, I am amazed at all that has occurred, and all that I have experienced and learned while pregnant and giving birth to little Sam. I am reminded of how ordinary pregnancy and childbirth are -- thousands and thousands of women experience it every day -- but also how growing a baby inside of you (a soul that started out as two cells), and then laying eyes on your baby for the first time, is the greatest miracle ever to be experienced by a mother. I feel so blessed to have experienced this miracle again in my life.

I wasn't thinking about the miracles of childbirth, however, when I was puking my guts out for the first six months of this pregnancy. I truly had never felt so miserable. Sudden movements, bright lights, or any smell at all would send me running to the kitchen sink. I honestly wished I could curl up in my bed, in my dark bedroom, for the rest of my life (or at least until the baby was born). Everyone I talked to said they thought I must be pregnant with a girl this time because of how much more sick I was.I also heard from several people that the third pregnancy and birth can really throw you for a loop, so I should prepare for anything. I had felt so awesome after giving birth to Charlie, often referring to it as the perfect labor and birth, and felt daunted by the idea of trying to manage something that might be more difficult. Especially since Mike and I had decided even before I was pregnant that if we had another child we would do it at home, with the assistance of a midwife. While having Charlie in the hospital was just fine, and everything turned out great, my post-partum experience there was pretty horrific, and neither of us felt like it was the right place for us to have another baby. I found an amazing homebirth midwife, who had an equally amazing apprentice, and I started getting really excited about actually experiencing a birth at home.

At 20 weeks I went in for a routine ultrasound and was thrown my first "loop". The technician assured me throughout the screening that the baby looked great and healthy, but I could just tell that something was up. I had a nagging feeling for a day or so, and kept bugging my midwife for the report (for some reason it took several extra days for her to receive it). Three days after my ultrasound she called to tell me that I had a complete placenta previa. I was totally in shock when I heard the news. I couldn't get ahold of Mike, so I called my doula (and friend), Stacey, and just cried and cried to her about the idea of trading in my homebirth for a surgical one.A complete previa means that the baby's placenta was situated directly over my cervix, which, if by 37 weeks the placenta had not moved, the baby would need to be delivered by cesarean section. Also, with a previa, there was a likelihood of pre-term bleeding and premature birth, as any strenuous activity or dilation and effacement could cause severe bleeding. I felt like I had been hit with a ton of bricks. Not only was I looking at the real possibility of having a surgical birth (the Internet didn't offer much hope of a complete previa resolving), but there was a real possibility that I might have to go into the hospital for a long term stay if I did experience any bleeding and that our baby could be born pre-term, possibly needing a NICU stay. Interestingly, about a week before I found out about my diagnosis, a family friend had been hospitalized at 28 weeks for a complete previa. She ended up having to stay in the hospital for about five weeks before they delivered the babies by c-section. Mike and I started trying to make plans for what we would do if we were faced with the worst case scenario.

Around the same time, our youngest, Charlie, started experiencing some very strange health issues. He would wake up shaking uncontrollably, with muscle weakness and balance problems. This went on for several days before I took him to the doctor for testing. It could be anything to a strep infection to the onset of a muscular dystrophy. We had no idea. After a week of sleepless nights and so many tears, all of the test results came back negative. Although most of the issues had resolved, we still weren't sure what the cause was.

With all of this stuff going on, it was really hard to feel excited about my pregnancy. I didn't even want to read any of my birth books or talk about the birth. When people would ask me about my pregnancy, I didn't really know what to say. It seemed like just when I was starting to feel physically better, I was mentally at my worst. The unknown of everything that was going on was more than I thought I could handle. My husband, however, remained optimistic through it all, encouraging me to have faith that things would work out as they were meant to, that all would be well.

Meanwhile, my midwives were also very optimistic that things were going to be just fine. My midwife's apprentice, Lennon, had actually read some research that indicated that my previa was in the perfect position to move. They encouraged me to visualize it moving, and suggested some herbs to take that had been related to successful resolution of the diagnosis. It helped to feel like I could actually do something rather than sit around for eight weeks waiting to learn my fate. Finally, finally, finally, at 28 weeks pregnant, we discovered that the placenta had actually moved (a full 7 cm away from my cervix) making it totally possible to have the baby vaginally and at home. I felt like those ton of bricks that had been weighing me down for the past two months were finally shrugged off my shoulders. I was elated, and actually started thinking about the upcoming birth, trying to connect with this baby inside of me for the first time.

Madeleine's Birth Story

September 25th 2007

On Tuesday morning, at (35 weeks, 6 days pregnant) before she went to work, McKenzie had the sensation that maybe her bag of waters had broken. She made the decision to just keep an eye on things and continued on with her day. As time went on, she became more concerned that she may be leaking amniotic fluid, so she called her doula, Amy, to get her opinion. Amy suggested that she contact her doctor and get an opinion from them, but also told McKenzie that everything was probably fine and not to worry. McKenzie trusted her instincts and despite speaking to someone at her doctor’s office who did not think that her water had broken, insisted that she get checked, so she and her husband went to Labor and Delivery. Once she had checked in, it was determined that McKenzie was correct, her bag of waters was ruptured and her baby was going to be born that day. She was feeling some mild contractions at that point. After a vaginal exam, her doctor wasn’t sure if the baby was head down, so an ultrasound was performed and McKenzie and Treven discovered that their baby girl was in a breech position. She would need to be delivered by cesarean section. The surgery was scheduled for 9:00 p.m., as McKenzie had eaten on the way to the hospital (wanting to keep up her strength for impending labor).

Despite the change of plans, McKenzie and Treven maintained such a positive attitude, focusing on getting to meet their healthy baby. McKenzie’s mother arrived at the hospital around 7:00 p.m. and was soon followed by McKenzie’s father, step-mother and then her brother. The grandparents were so excited for the birth of their granddaughter, although a little nervous about what their daughter may have to go through. All during this time, the baby’s heart rate was monitored with an external fetal monitor, and her she sounded very healthy and active. At 8:00 p.m. the anesthesiologist consulted with McKenzie about the details of her surgery. Twenty minutes later, family left McKenzie and Treven for the waiting room, allowing the couple some alone time to reflect on their impending parenthood before the surgery.

At 8:30 Treven’s mother and brother arrived and were able to go back and quickly wish the parents luck before they also came to the waiting room to wait it out. Everyone anxiously awaited any news and were watching the doors for Treven’s face. At 10:45, Treven finally came into the waiting room to let everyone know that Madeleine had been born at 9:24 p.m., was 6 pounds, 6 ounces, and 18 inches long. Baby was doing well and had been able to nurse and spend time with mom and dad very soon after delivery. Much cheering and hugging ensued. The grandparents (and doula) were invited back to see mom and baby in the recovery room. McKenzie looked so happy and proud, and despite her trembling arms, was able to cuddle little Madeleine to her with ease. She was a natural mother. Everyone gushed over the very adorable baby and took lots of pictures.

Although McKenzie didn’t get to have the exact childbirth experience she wanted, she was able to deliver a very healthy baby with the encouragement of her husband and loving family. I felt so honored to be able to support McKenzie and Treven at the birth of their daughter. It is something that I will always remember.

Zara's Birth

At only 36 weeks of pregnancy, Tina’s membranes ruptured at 1:00 am, after Tina rolled over in bed. Margo was asleep and Pedro was gone moving bees. Because she was a little concerned that her due date was still a few weeks away, Tina decided she wanted to go to Labor & Delivery to get checked out, so she called Pedro and asked him to come home and called her parents to come stay with Margo. Tina was settled in her hospital room by 3:00 am. She received an IV, and was waiting for contractions to begin. After eating breakfast, we tried a little acupressure, to see if we could get some contractions going. We also walked around the third floor of the hospital, hoping that it would encourage the baby to move down and get ready for birth. We walked and walked and walked. When Tina’s day nurse arrived, she unhooked the IV from Tina’s arm so that she could walk more freely. Meanwhile, Tina continued to leak more amniotic fluid, whenever she felt a contraction.

By 10:00, Pitocin was started in her IV line, as a regular contraction pattern was not starting on its own. Tina requested an epidural at 11:00 am, and the procedure was completed by noon. Tina was hoping to get some rest (Pedro had done a little napping on the sofa in her room), because she had been up for so long, but the excitement of seeing her baby soon made it difficult for her to fall asleep. She was only able to eat liquids at this point, so she enjoyed a vanilla milkshake and a Diet Pepsi. When she was checked by her doctor at 12:30 pm, Tina’s cervix was dilated to 3cm and was 50% effaced. Another check by the nurse at 3:00 showed that she was still at 3 cm, but her cervix was 100% effaced. Her Pitocin was adjusted and in only an hour, with Tina feeling a lot of pressure, she had dilated to 9 cm. It was nearly time to push!

At 4:45 pm, Tina’s doctor arrived to help deliver the baby. Tina had tried a little pushing earlier, and the nurse commented that she was doing an excellent job. Pedro positioned himself above Tina, while she was pushing so that he was able to support her and see the baby be born. Tina worked so hard and did such a wonderful job pushing her baby out. Within fifteen minutes, a little girl was born to much cheering and happiness. She weighed 5 pounds, 5 ounces and was 18 1/2 inches long. She was a tiny, little thing, but very healthy, and her Apgars were 9 and 9.

After much discussion during the day between Pedro and Tina, they settled on the name Zara Gabriela for their beautiful girl. She is a wonderful addition to their family.

Tell Me Your Story

Recently I picked up a copy of Ina May Gaskin's new book, Ina May's Guide to Childbirth, and I was excited to see that the first half of the book was nothing but first-hand accounts of births over the past thirty or so years. It was wonderful to read the different stories from a variety of women, all recounting their very personal experience with birth. Giving birth, however it occurs, is a common experience shared by the vast majority of women -- despite country of origin, religion, size, wealth, age -- it is a tie that binds us mothers together. Most women, if you ask them, can recount, with much detail, the events that took place at the birth of their children. Being able to share a birth story, can bring back those feelings of joy, fear, excitement, anxiety, pride, exhaustion, and exhilaration, allowing us to relive probably the most memorable experience of our lives. When we hear or read others' stories, we learn that birth is different for everyone; no one experiences birth the same way. We learn that women are powerful and magical, that we are, for all intents and purposes, goddesses as we create and bring forth life.

When I was pregnant with my first, I was a birth story junkie. I was hooked on seeking out and listening to and reading about others' birth experiences. I hope to share and link to birth stories through this site, as I continue to learn more about the amazing event of birth. If you would like to share your birth story with me, and have it linked on the sidebar, send me the link via comments or an email.