At noon that day suddenly everything slowed down. By 1 PM everything stopped. Now I was really confused. Not only had I never had an early baby, much less one time, I had never had a false labor start. I didn’t know what to think other than my body was not behaving in it’s normal way.
Over the next week I really fixated on mentally and physically preparing for the birth. On July 22nd, a little more than a week later, I woke up again in the early morning with contractions. The same pattern I had experienced the week before started to play out again.
I had no idea what to do. This seasoned birth veteran didn’t know whether or not she was in labor! I tried going about my day as best as I could.
Wee Lass as she is today.
I called the midwife, I called my adopted-mom and my dad.
By noon the contractions hadn’t stopped but they hadn’t picked up either. I also usually have fast labors so this added an even bigger question mark into the pot.
I got down on my knees and prayed. I told Heavenly Father that I was ready, to please be gentle with me, but that I was ready to do this. My contractions immediately went from 10 minutes apart, to 3 minutes apart.
The midwife came at 2:30 pm at which point we knew this was really labor.
I ran around the house. I sang, I swayed, I pounded on the doors.
As I entered transition I could not find a comfortable way to sit and I could no longer stand. Usually I have laid down on my side during transition but something about these contractions made that an unbearable thought so I squirmed around on the floor in a variety of ways.
Sometimes I prayed out loud during a contraction. I told Heavenly Father how much I loved him and that I trusted His design for birth.
Sometimes I chastised my contraction like a mother scolding a child. “You hurt!” I would tell it.
I had what felt like a lot of time in between contractions – at least it felt that way to me. I’m used to them coming right on top of each other – no time to think, just do. I didn’t like the time to think. It made me feel weak, like I couldn’t do another one.
Eventually I found myself leaning back with the help of the midwife assistant. I started feeling pressure with the contractions. I knew I had to change positions but I wasn’t sure what. The midwife suggested getting on my hands and knees.
I almost said “no” because I knew she was right and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to push.
I got on my hands and knees, again with the assistant’s help. I leaned over her back and with the next contraction I felt the baby move into the birth canal.
Again, this birth was so untypical, normally I LOVE this part – really I do. The pain nearly goes away as I push and feel myself make progress and I know I’m almost done but this time I didn’t like it. I wanted to just stop but of course I couldn’t. I cried out, “Oh God! Oh God!”
Another push and she was crowning. Now at this point I just wanted to push her out – be done, but the contractions were still far apart.
My midwife was telling me to slow down, to wait. I’m glad I followed her advice because it made it hurt less to slow down. Another push and out the head came. My water broke. I waited for what felt like an eternity for the next contraction.
“Just pull her out!” I joked with the midwife and we all laughed. Another contraction came and out she went. Now THAT was, and is, the best feeling on earth!
She was the most beautiful baby. The whole room literally gasped when she was placed on my chest. Her eyes were bright, her face was wide and her little lips were a vivid pink.
Our Wee Lass was born on July 22nd at 4:37 PM.
She was born in our living room while her older siblings watched The Princess Bride! LOL!
She is still a breathtaking child with an amazingly sweet disposition. She loves to sing and spends nearly all day making up little songs to sing. She loves playing dress up and baby dolls and she adores her older sister.
She loves Rainbow Brite and her favorite story is The Three Little Pigs.