Brenda’s Birth Story – Baby #4
My official due date was January 6, 2004, but I had been feeling for awhile that he might come early. I started losing some mucous plug at about 34 ½ weeks, and was also dilated to 1 cm at that time. Nelson kept telling me that it was just wishful thinking on my part, but I guess he turned out to be wrong! We were also hoping for a 2004 baby, because then Nelson would get a full 2 weeks paid vacation from work, which he did not get because Philip was born in 2003. So we were counting down the days until New Year’s.
On the evening of December 26th, we were having Bible time in the living room and I was holding Brianna in my lap while we were singing hymns. I felt a contraction that went all the way around to my back and immediately said something to Nelson about it. This was at about 8:00 PM. I did not take it seriously, but I knew that feeling it in my back could mean that something was happening. We put the children to bed, and then spent some time alone together for a few minutes. I kept having sporadic contractions, and I told Nelson that I didn’t think I would be able to sleep through them if they didn’t slow down. I remember telling Nelson that I was feeling really guilty about possibly being in labor before January 1st, and he told me to go ahead and have the baby whenever I wanted to, he wouldn’t be upset about it.
I was really more annoyed by them than anything else, because I wanted to get to sleep. They weren’t painful at all yet, just distracting. I lay in bed and watched TV from about 9:30-11:00, trying to relax. After that Nelson came to bed and I decided to get up and take a shower, which I did. The contractions were getting a little MORE distracting, and I was beginning to wonder if this might be the night. I got out of the shower just before midnight, and then laid back down in bed for an hour while Nelson slept. I could not sleep or relax, so I decided to get up and go downstairs. I started timing the contractions and writing them down, and found that they were regular and coming about every 2 minutes, starting at 1 AM.
I decided to call my midwife at about 1:15, and she said she and her assistant would be on their way shortly. I called Mom at her house and my mother-in-law at her house at about 1:30, apologizing to all of them for calling so soon and waking them up. I really thought that I was calling everyone way too early, and that it would be sometime the next day before he would be born. By this time I knew that I was in labor, and at 1:06 AM I took my first dose of 4000 mg of Vitamin C, and set the timer for 1 hour. I went back upstairs, woke up Nelson, and told him that this was it and he needed to get up and shower. He did that, and then started getting things ready, including cleaning the sink and toilet, making the bed, moving furniture around, blowing up the swimming pool, etc. He worked until about 2:30 when I finally asked him to stop.
I paced the floor downstairs for awhile, reading Psalms and singing to myself during contractions. I started feeling some back pain, which I relieved by putting pressure on my back. At 2:06 I took 4000 more mg of Vit C, and at the same moment my mom walked in the door. I walked around downstairs for a few more minutes, and then decided to go upstairs and see how Nelson was doing. I was beginning to feel the need for his support, and I wanted him to use the vibrating massager on my back.
I put on my swimsuit which had the crotch cut out of it, and my robe on over that. It was hot upstairs, but I still had my sense of modesty at that time. I tried several different positions during contractions, including kneeling down beside the bed, and then finally started leaning against the wall while Nelson used the vibrating massager on my back. My midwives came in during one of those contractions, and afterwards I remember thinking that I was probably about 3-4 cm dilated at that point, and we had a long ways to go. The contractions were very manageable, with lots of time between them and I could easily carry on a conversation between times.
They checked the heart rate of the baby and discovered his heart was going down to 80 bpm during contractions. I could hear that it was way too slow even during the contractions, and that scared me. They checked it again a couple more times, and then my midwife said that she was somewhat concerned and needed to check me. I laid down on the bed on my side with my body pillow between my legs. She checked me and said that I was already 7 cm dilated! I couldn’t believe it! This was at about 3:00 AM. She also said that my water was bulging and would break any minute. I requested that they go ahead and wake up the children at this point, so they would be wide awake when the time came. The heart rate was still going down too low, so she tried to break my water, but was not successful. But by this time I had gotten into a better position, semi-reclining on the bed leaning up against Nelson, and during the next contraction the heart rate was fine! My midwife told me that the baby really liked this position, and asked if I could stay there for a little while. I thought this was a great idea, I didn’t want to hear that heart rate going down any more!
In the meantime, the swimming pool was being filled. We had not started filling it until the midwives arrived, because Nelson didn’t know it would take so long, and I wanted to stay out of the water as long as possible. So by the time we started it was pretty much too late. I was 9 cm dilated a few minutes after the first check, and so when they finally told me that I could get in the pool, I didn’t want to anymore, I just wanted to stay on the bed where I was. One of my reasons was not wanting to chance the baby’s heart rate going down again, although I don’t know if that was a reasonable thought or not at the time.
My mother-in-law arrived at about 3:15 or 3:20, and I remember asking if my sister-in-law had come along with her. She hadn’t. They and the children were right outside the bedroom door waiting for us to call them in to witness the birth, they were talking to them and praying for me at the same time. I started vocalizing through the contractions, they had gotten really intense at about this point. My midwife was talking me through them by reminding me that it was almost over, I would get to see my baby soon, and I was saying over and over again – “I don’t want to.” Nelson will never let me forget those words! I was really fearing the urge to push, and didn’t want to have to go through that again. Finally the urge came, and I screamed at the top of my lungs as I pushed little Philip out into the world in one contraction. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck tightly two times, they told me later, and that was what was causing his heart rate to go down. After he came out they unwound him immediately and put him up on my belly, I watched him take his first breath and start crying. My children did not get to see him being born this time, but they heard everything, including his first cry, and came into the room at this point. My only thought besides how beautiful he was, was that I still have to push out the placenta! While we were waiting, my father-in-law came upstairs and peeked into the room, and we shooed him out the door and said we weren’t ready yet. Poor Papa. My mother-in-law commented on how loud he cried, and asked if our other children had done that at birth.
Philip was born at 3:31 AM (approximately) and weighed 6 lbs. 13 oz. and was 20 ½ inches long. He was much smaller than we all thought he would be, which made for an easier birth, and I didn’t even tear for the first time! This was my easiest labor yet, and I attribute it to having a smaller baby along with the Vitamin C that I took only twice.
After he was born, we bonded with him for awhile, and then they got the two of us into the swimming pool for an herbal bath. That was really nice. The midwives left at about 6:00 AM, and my in-laws decided to stay and sleep in the guest room for awhile. We put the children back to bed and tried to rest. At about 7:30 we were in our room trying to sleep when the doorbell rang. It was my sister-in-law, expecting to get there and see me still in labor! She was very surprised and said that she had not been able to sleep all night after we had called. Instead she worked on finishing up the baby blanket that she made for Philip, her very first one ever! It was wonderful to see her, and I am so glad she decided to come over, even though everything was done at that point.
Philip was born on a Sabbath morning at home, right onto our very own bed! What a wonderful experience to have a 2nd home birth. We were very happy with our midwives, and very happy with the whole experience! I would have enjoyed giving birth in the water again, but given the circumstances, it may have been better this way anyhow. We are so blessed to have been given another son!
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