I literally took ten different pregnancy tests just to confirm my first pregnancy. I mean I heard tests can be wrong and have false positives. Here is how to find which test is best to take for you, "How to Choose the Best Pregnancy Test for You."
So if you are pregnant, your next stop are prenatal vitamins! Those are a whole other story...
When I was first pregnant I really didn't know which prenatal vitamins to choose. There were so many brands and it was hard to distinguish for a first time mom like me which one would be the best. Some of them didn't include DHA so I would have to take separate pills daily which I wasn't a fan of. The search for the perfect prenatal vitamin for my little one was on and I wanted to make sure I made the right choice. Making the right choice starts from day 1. The health of the baby depends on how healthy the mom is and if she is consuming the right amount of nutrients. The first two weeks of pregnancy are so crucial that many times it is recommended to start taking prenatal vitamins at child bearing age. One of the important vitamins in those early weeks is folate (B9) which is used to prevent spina bifida. Folate can be also found in dietary sources such as dark leafy greens which are delicious in smoothies. How do you choose the right prenatal vitamins? Well I just have the right place for you! Diapers.com, which is the premier online destination for parents, has it all for you! It has a guide on how to choose the right prenatal vitamins with great mom tips. Read it now to learn "How to Choose the Right Prenatal Vitamins" for you. Also did you know that you can drink your prenatal vitamins instead? That would have made my life so much easier! You don't have to just stick to the traditional pill form. WIN WIN for a mom who hates taking pills and is struggling with morning sickness!
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My first pregnancy was rough. I was throwing up for the first five months and counting the days until I would hit second trimester, because that’s when everyone said I would feel better. I didn’t know that it was somewhat not true. My food aversions remained until I gave birth. I became a vegetarian, eating ten apples a day, and skipping the vegetables. Truly looking at my picky eater who hates meat even now I get why I was so nauseated by meat, but in all seriousness I blame the food aversions for my extremely high weight gain. I would stuff my face with crackers and bread because that’s what people told me would keep the nausea away. I couldn’t stand cooking for the nine months (which I love when I’m not pregnant) so my husband and I ate out mostly. Constantly going out to eat, the food aversions, and the nausea heavily contributed to my fast weight gain. I’m not proud of it but Hollywood promised I would be back in my size 2 jeans the day after birth. Who knew?!
Now that I am post-Chiropractic school and working many years in the birth world, studying up nutrition in my spare time I know better. You need to create healthy habits pre-pregnancy, during pregnancy, and afterwards to help get that weight off postpartum.
Top 5 Pregnancy Super Foods
1.Bananas- are on the top of the list! This delicious fruit can help with alleviating nausea in the first trimester as well as a great source of potassium. It can boost up your energy levels and help if you have muscle spasms from low potassium levels. Add them into smoothies for quick and delicious morning breakfast!
2.Spinach-full of magnesium and folate! Magnesium also aids with leg cramps if you are having them during pregnancy (very common) and has a sufficient amount of folate. Folate is crucial during pregnancy especially the first few weeks when the baby is developing to prevent neural tube defects. You can make spinach omeletes or throw it into smoothies.
3.Fish-So when I was first pregnant I thought I wasn’t supposed to eat fish at all. Due to high mercury levels some fish are not supposed to be eaten when pregnant, however, there are a few that can be and to top it off, it’s good for you and the baby! Salmon, cod, and catfish have low mercury levels and are good options. Remember to choose wild caught when you can. If you like tuna stick to eating white albacore only 6 ounces per week. Eating fish in moderation is beneficial because it is full of omega-3s and will support healthy brain development of your baby. Great news for all of the fish lovers!
4.Broccoli-is packed with calcium, fiber, vitamin C, and folate. All of the essentials to keep your baby growing healthy.
5.Legumes-such as beans and lentils are loaded with protein and high fiber. No better way to fight the common pregnancy constipation!
Pregnancy is the time to not just think about what you eat for yourself but for your growing baby as well. You are responsible of what nutrients go to the baby and that is a lot of pressure, so take it slow and map out what foods are essential to your daily diet. Make sure to also drink lots of water to stay hydrated. Coconut water is a fan of many moms-to-be because it is full of electrolytes. Keeping your baby healthy starts in your belly!
Comment below what your favorite pregnancy super food is!
It was 11:30pm when I felt a contraction. I had felt them sporadically all week, but this one I felt in my back. I knew from palpating that my son was “sunny side up”, so I had been expecting back labor. This was it. Since this was my first baby, I mentally prepared myself for a long labor. But somehow, before I knew it, I was holding my baby in my arms before 5:30 the next morning!
Four other friends gave birth that week, two of them the same day my son was born. As we all shared our birth stories, I noticed a common theme: every one of us had a labor lasting less than 6 hours, and every one of us took Red Raspberry Leaf tea during our pregnancies.
Red Raspberry Leaf (RRL) tea is commonly used for its medicinal properties, and especially well-known for its uterine-toning properties. It is rich in vitamins B and C, making it an excellent immune booster. It promotes proper circulation by dilating blood vessels, and supports the production of breast milk. All these benefits make it a new mother’s best friend.
Generally speaking, there isn’t much research done on herbs and home remedies. However, there was a study conducted in 1998 in Australia to see if ingesting RRL tea had any potential benefits to a pregnant mother. While they were able to confirm the suspected benefit of a shortened labor, researchers also noticed, “An unexpected finding in this study seems to indicate that women who ingest raspberry leaf might be less likely to receive an artificial rupture of their membranes, or require a caesarean section, forceps or vacuum birth than the women in the control group.” (Parsons, et al)
Another Australian study, published in 2000, suggests that ingesting RRL shortens the second (pushing) phase of labor, due to the uterine toning properties found in the tea. (Simpson, et al). My personal experience confirms this finding.
RRL has been used for centuries for other womanly complaints, specifically regulating hormones, decreasing cramps, and lessening menstruation. Other reported benefits include decreasing diarrhea and clearing skin.
I am not a fan of tea, so I chose to take my RRL in capsule form. I used the Nature’s Way brand, and was thrilled to see that it was easily within my tight budget. I began taking it before conception and continued all throughout my pregnancy. I had a peaceful, pain-free birth at 39 weeks +4, and became an instant believer in using RRL tea for any future pregnancies.
If you are interested in experiencing the benefits related to ingesting RRL tea during pregnancy, please consult your health care provider.
Does anyone know who is a Doula? Most people do not and that is okay, unless you write for Slate Magazine and bash what a doula does without any prior knowledge. That is not okay and here is why. First and foremost the word doula comes from a Greek word meaning “woman servant.”
DONA INTERNATIONAL, one of the doula training programs, defines what a modern doula does: “a trained professional who provides continuous physical, emotional and informational support to a mother before, during and shortly after childbirth to help her achieve the healthiest, most satisfying experience possible.” (https://www.dona.org/what-is-a-doula/)
I recently read an article posted on SLATE about why doulas are bad. Posted by Elissa Strauss, a freelancer. I was very surprised for the lack of research and evidence that went into the writing.
She writes: “Doulas currently have a reputation as being advocates for intervention-free childbirth; for many of them, having an epidural is a sign of personal weakness and/or capitulation to the medical industry and maybe just a big, fat failure.” If you ask any doula they will tell you, that is SO WRONG. No worries, I’m not yelling just very passionate about the topic. I am a trained and experienced doula. I will tell you that this is far from the actual truth! I guess half of the stuff you read on the internet is not true unless backed up by sufficient evidence I would claim BS. What? Beautiful Sarcasm? Anyways, before I give you my personal experience let me tell you that there have been many research studies conducted and in 2012 a published research study by Hodnett ED et al concluded that “continuous support during labour has clinically meaningful benefits for women and infants and no known harm. All women should have support throughout labour and birth.” Here’s the full text if you would like to read it: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4175537/. This study gathered from 16 different countries continuously describes that women who had constant one on one support were more likely to have shorter labors and did not need any interventions.
When I had my 40 hour birth marathon (first birth, long story), my doula stuck out with me through the whole journey. The experience was so emotional and intense that I instantly fell in love with the profession. In reference to the statement by Elissa, “Right now, birth doulas are not licensed or regulated in the U.S. Anyone can call themselves a doula without any training, certification, or practice. I could declare myself a doula right now. So could you.” (More Doulas Can Help Lower the Cost of Childbirth. There’s Just One Problem). Doulas are required to go through training. There are several organizations that hold these trainings taught by certified instructors. So sorry to break it to you, officially Elissa, you cannot call yourself a doula.
In addition, did you know that some insurance companies even reimburse for doula services. These companies see how important it is for mothers to have doulas by their side during labor. They see it because financially it reduces their costs! In a study conducted at the University Of Minnesota School Of Public Health, it was found that “On average, across the 12 states studied, access to doula-supported deliveries among Medicaid beneficiaries in these states could save $58.4 million and eliminate 3,288 pre-term births per year.” (http://www.health.umn.edu/news-releases/study-doula-care-cost-effective-associated-reduction-preterm-and-cesarean-births) Those are huge numbers! There is data presenting how important it is for moms to have doulas during births and a reason why this profession has been around for such a long time. One of the families that I supported during a 36 hour labor called me a “Birth Angel.” I provided full support during all 36 hours. We ended up in the hospital after a very long but slow labor at home. She wanted a natural birth but was not progressing. After deciding to get an epidural she felt defeated. I held her hand, wiped tears from her eyes, and we chatted for hours after. I was there supporting her through it all, never questioning her choices. Straight from the doula manual from DONA INTERNATIONAL the doulas scope of practice is clearly defined:
“Advocacy. The doula advocates for the client's wishes as expressed in her birth plan, in prenatal conversations, and intrapartum discussion, by encouraging her client to ask questions of her care provider and to express her preferences and concerns. The doula helps the mother incorporate changes in plans if, and when, the need arises and enhances the communication between client and care provider. Clients and doulas must recognize that the advocacy role does not include the doula speaking instead of the client or making decisions for the client. The advocacy role is best described as support, information and mediation or negotiation.”
Elissa Straus continues to say that all doulas are the same and they FORCE mothers to have natural births and if they don’t then they don’t support them. False on so many levels! What happens during a birth no one can predict and all births are different, yet one factor remains the same THE DOULA. Doulas are there to support the mother and her partner in any decision that they make. Things happen and there may be a need for an emergency C-section. Did you know that doulas can be in the room with you during a C-section if you so choose it? (You get to choose one person). If you choose your partner instead, the doula will wait to meet you after your C-section to help out with your postpartum needs. Did you know that we as doulas are supportive of the mother’s birth and any decisions she makes through it? Did you know that during my labor I got an epidural thanks to Pitocin but my doula stood by my side through it! She not only gave such relief to me but to my husband as well, giving him an opportunity to sleep while she chatted with me and kept me company. We laughed together while we watched “the Nanny.” I was emotionally and physically supported by her throughout the whole time.
This is how the writer ended her article and a sense of sadness hit me hard. My heart aches for her and her loneliness in the labor room. A sense of regret fills her that she didn’t hire a doula but then she pushes back to prove to herself she made the right decision:
“I ended up going into labor a few days after Hurricane Sandy, which meant that the hospital was overcrowded and understaffed, making it far more difficult for those competent doctors to do their thing. There was a moment during my labor when I wished I had a doula there to advocate for me. And then I remembered the reason I didn’t hire one: I suspected she’d more likely be advocating for herself.”
My deepest apologizes Elissa if you had an unpleasant experience with a doula or you were just simply misinformed. Investigate your choices out there, seek answers from professionals, and cover your bases with correct information. You saying that each and every doula is useless is like saying “I’m going to swim through this flood without a life jacket.” Yes it may get you somewhere if you know how to swim but how far will you go without the support? Hiring a doula may not be for everyone, but it is an option for those seeking that extra support when going through pregnancy and labor.
Doulas are trained professionals. They know their scope of practice and they are there to support you along the path to your labor. If you are interested in learning more about what we as doulas do, don’t hesitate to contact one near you!
As a birth worker I tell my clients to toss the BIRTH PLAN. I had one and so did my first few clients. None went according to plan and when you see your client grab onto that thin piece of paper with computer typed letters that she made tons of copies to distribute to all the birth professionals around her, you see her eyes fill with tears as her hopes are washed away with the unpredictability of birth. FREE BIRTH. BIRTH WITH THE FLOW. This is what I teach my clients. You must let your body do what it needs to and turn off your brain (not an easy thing). We as humans are so connected these days with our technology we forget how to disconnect from the world and actually connect with our body. You know the saying “Listen to your body”? Well birth is a good time to do that! The events of birth is hard to predict no matter how many kids you may have, each birth is different and for first time moms creates a lot of anxiety and fear because of the unknown.
1. RECONNECT. During pregnancy find something that you like to do that allows you to reconnect with yourself. It will teach you to listen to your body and its cues.
2. LET GO. Toss the Birth Plan. It’s useless, trust me. I attended many, oh so many births including mine, and none went how it was written on that piece of paper. All you get is disappointment, guilt, and loss of hope if something doesn’t go how you imagined it. Let go to let your body do everything.
3. POSITIVE AFFIRMATIONS. Do write “I will give Birth & I will succeed”. Positive affirmations never hurt anyone. You will give birth either way and whatever happens, you will succeed!
The image of labor is often filled by many mothers with anxiety, fear, and lots of pain. What if I told you it doesn’t have to be that way? The key to many labor coping techniques is to turn off your mind and let your body do what nature intended. Letting go plays a huge role in coping with labor. It’s easy to say but often hard to relax, thus your body tightens which can slow down labor, leading to unwanted medical interventions. Here are my favorite labor coping techniques
Do you Have an AfterBirth Plan™?So you feel excited and prepared for “birth day” – great! Perhaps you’ve already picked your favorite stroller, crib and car seat, too. But… are you really ready for your new baby?
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Everyone's story is different. A woman's birth story has been around for generations. The world may change but the act of giving birth is so natural, so raw that it connects us all. I love listening to a woman's birth story. It is their own story to tell and something that more people should share so that those connections never go away. Here is my tale that goes from C-section to VBAC.
I can still remember how I felt when I was pregnant with my first. There was so much joy in those days. I loved the secret that my husband and I walked around with for twelve weeks. As I started to show and felt those first movements, life changed forever. I won't lie, I hated the weight gain. I know, it is all part of the process. However, it bothered me. I also had gestational diabetes with my first, so scarfing down large amounts of sweets and pasta were out of the question for me. I was so excited to meet this baby but I felt trapped in my own body. I couldn't eat what I wanted. I couldn't move the way I wanted to move. I had to prick my finger three times a day for 4 months to make sure my sugar levels were normal.
In all honesty, though, I should not have complained. It was an uneventful pregnancy. I am so grateful for that now. I guess when you are in the moment you don't look at the big picture. As I reached the end of my pregnancy, I became so nervous about giving birth. I must have heard a million times, "Don't worry. Women have done it for thousands of years". Sure, easy for someone to say who has already gone through it. I don't like the unexpected. I need to know step by step exactly what is going to happen. I tried to read as many books I could on giving birth, breastfeeding, and bringing a baby home. Unfortunately, for me, giving birth to a child does not work out as easily as it is described in a book.
With my first my labor was 15 hours in total from start to finish. I had back labor, so I will never forget the feeling of those contractions. After laboring at home for a few hours and then my water finally breaking, I was in the hospital with an epidural. I know, there are lots of women who give birth without any pain medication. I know, a hundred years ago women didn't have a choice to use pain medication. Well, we don't live a hundred years ago and this momma never wanted to find out what contractions felt like beyond being 4 cm dilated. I usually don't take medication for anything (I am the type to suffer through the worst headache without taking something). However, this pain was too intense for me.
Unfortunately, the peace of an epidural was shattered when my son's heart rate dropped extremely low several times throughout my labor. I had to flip flop from side to side to get him to move (not an easy feat when you are numb from the belly down). Nurses poked and pushed on my belly. After the third time my doctor suggested to have a C-Section to get him out. Not quite how I pictured my first baby being born, but in the end he was healthy.
Some may ask how my recovery was. In all honesty, it really wasn't that bad. I was offered pain medication but refused it due to breastfeeding. I know they say it is okay but I didn't feel comfortable using it. I was up and walking about twelve hours after surgery. I remember the day I came home I put on a laundry (which my husband was so upset about because I had to walk down a flight of stairs. I am woman. Hear me roar!) I definitely had the baby blues (and even a touch of postpartum depression if you ask me). I cried at everything and was so worried that I was going to do something wrong. I felt like I couldn't do anything right except for pumping breastmilk,so that it what I became good at. My son and I had lots of meaningful conversations during those pumping times.
When I found out I was pregnant with my second 20 months later, I was filled with so much joy that I was going to give my oldest a playmate. It was such an exciting time! I had another uneventful pregnancy. At around 5 months, my OBGYN asked how I preferred to give birth. I told him that I had a previous C-Section so obviously I had to have another one (or at least that is what everyone else told me). He looked at me and said I was perfectly healthy, and that if I wanted to I could try for a vaginal delivery. Well, there started my four months of struggling with my decision. Sure, a vaginal delivery would be so much better since now I had a two year old to take care of as well as a newborn. But the stories I have heard of things that could go wrong with a VBAC had me in a tail spin. During each prenatal visit, I asked my doctor tons of questions about a VBAC and the complications that could arise. He of course said that yes those things could happen but they were so rare. I had scheduled a C-Section date at around 7 months just in case I changed my mind. As the day drew closer, I was so nervous but something inside of me kept saying that I should try the VBAC. I remember the day I went into labor. I was cooking dinner and I started to feel minor cramping. My husband had to put my son to bed that night because the contractions were getting pretty intense. All the while, I was obsessing about having a vaginal delivery. Was I putting the baby in danger? Myself in danger? I had a two year old at home who depended on me for everything. Was I making the right decision for him?
I labored that entire night at home and as the morning came, my contractions were about eight minutes apart. My mother in law came to watch my oldest while my husband and I went to the hospital. When I got there my contractions were five minutes apart. They could not admit me since my water hadn't broken and the contractions weren't two to three minutes apart. I walked the hospital lobby for two hours. I went back up to get checked and the same thing: I wasn't dilated enough, my water hadn't broken and the contractions weren't close enough. I was told to go home. I did and labored for five more hours until I couldn't take it anymore. I called my own doctor and they told me to come in to get checked. We went and the minute my doctor saw me he asked why I wasn't in the hospital getting pain management. Let's just say as a woman who had been feeling contractions for 36 hours at this point, my answer was not too kind. I feel bad now, but honestly, I had had enough. He called the hospital for the on call doctor and he said they would admit me.
Funny thing is that triage almost sent me home since my water hadn't broken yet. I said I wasn't going home and got up to change into the hospital gown. Lo and behold, my water broke in the bathroom. I came out all excited screaming "My water broke!". I was finally admitted. After almost 48 hours of contractions, I was given an epidural and my healthy son was born six hours later. My VBAC baby :).
Having experience giving birth both ways, I understand how each woman feels about their delivery. A C-Section is very scary but you are giving your body to deliver this baby. Plus, I love my Love Line, which is what I refer to my scar from the C-Section. It was definitely a proud moment and I have a battle wound to prove it. A vaginal birth is the most natural thing you can experience. Whichever way you give birth, be proud of how your baby came into this world. It is something you get to experience for only a short time. Embrace it. It is what makes you special. And the prize at the end is completely worth it.
About the Writer: Mrs. Z is a stay at home mommy to two wonderful boys and wife to an amazing husband. Spending time with her family, writing, and enjoying life are some of Mrs. Z's favorite pastimes. You can check her out at The Mrs. Z Files. You can also find her on Facebook and Pinterest.
My first contraction began at 5:30am. It was nothing that I ever expected and although mild in comparison to the others that would follow, I was a little taken back. I even knew it was coming (my typical 5am bathroom trip included a bloody show and the day before I had very leaky breasts). But I was told myself that lying down while having contractions are always worse than sitting up so I kept myself busy sitting up and reading Harry Potter by cell phone light. When Dan woke around 8:30am, I shared with him that I was in labor. To pass the time, I sent business emails letting everyone know I would be unavailable, I ate dry cereal and drank water, and tried to relax by playing games. By this time, it was nearly noon and contractions are finally three minutes apart. There intensity is growing and I began pacing the room using the desk and changing table to leverage myself as each wave of pain comes through (they’re leaving me teary eyed). Despite my tiredness, I’m thrilled that I’m experiencing these contractions so close together – it means my baby will be here soon (so I think)! In the mean time, I continue eating small bites of toast and drinking my fair share of water.
Very shortly after, I no longer wish to stand and I take position on the birthing ball. Dan leaves to quickly shower and by the time he comes back to me, I’m ready to get my midwife over and to get the birth pool set up. Dan busies himself with water temperature and hoses and sink extensions. My mom gets all the trash cans in place and begins snapping pictures. I’m doing my absolute best to not pay attention to all the noise they’re bringing to the room and not to focus on the lack of help I’m receiving for each contraction. At this point, my worst fear is being told that my cervix is only dilated two or three centimeters so I spent the hour waiting for our midwife and praying I’m at least 4 cm.
When my midwife arrives she confirms the worst: not only am I just three centimeters, my cervix was nearly impossible to find. She asks if I’ve been feeling anxious and although my answer was no, it obviously should have been yes. My midwife tells me to invite the contractions to slow down to about six minutes apart and to focus on making them very strong. Her main objective was to get me relaxed so she gives me the go to get in the birthing pool. I’m so upset that I’m only at three centimeters that I bury my face in a towel on the side of the pool. Everyone but Dan leaves the room and we work through each contraction together – me holding his arms as I hunch over the side wishing I was all done.
Thankfully, the moment I get in the pool, there is a ‘pop’ inside me. From then on, contractions do exactly as my midwife said – they slowed down and intensified. However it felt like only minutes before they picked up in speed. I started loosing control at this point and begin crying my way through each painful moment. The tears get bigger and bigger until I’m gushing and I can hardly breathe through the contractions. I’m emotionally lost, covered in tears and snot, and I have no idea if I can do this anymore. The pain was so intense and if I’m only at three centimeters, how could I ever be at six or ten centimeters? I’m freaking out. I’ll I want is someone to tell me I can do it that it’ll be okay. Poor Dan is completely lost and has no idea what to do or say. When my midwife comes back into the room, she sees I’ve lost control. Thankfully she walks me through breathing and regaining myself and my composure. She shows me how to use the teary energy and focus it on opening up for the baby. I have one or two contractions at such peace that when I was done, I have to tell everyone I just had a contraction.
To my absolute amazement, I’m checked at seven centimeters and my cervix is in the final forward position. Within two hours, I’ve made a complete transformation and its no wonder I lost myself in tears! Of course I began crying again (this time it’s tears of relief). My midwife and Dan help set me back into the pool. My midwife asks that I change positions from squatting on my hands and knees to lying back sitting up with my legs extended out. This doesn’t quite work for me and contractions slow down in pace and I realize its time to get out. I don’t quite remember what happens at this point but I know I ended up back on the bed where my midwife checked me in at eight centimeters. Although I wasn’t lying down completely, each contraction seems so much more intense. Instead of focusing my energy and breath inwardly, I was letting go and just plain crying through them. My midwife wasn’t going to have this and she began talking me through each one suggesting I grunt, yell, and do everything else but cry. I did all those things immediately except I did it while crying.
I’m stuck at eight centimeters. My cervix has a lip that’s not moving. My midwife is asking me what’s holding me back – what am I afraid of? I know the answer although I choose to say “I don’t know”. With each contraction I feel the urge to vomit and my worst fear is vomiting. Now I’m holding back because not only do I not want to get sick but I don’t want to do it on all the people that surround me as we were all in very close in proximity. My midwife suggests I get in the shower and although I desperately don’t want to move, I do because everyone said so. I get in the shower with Dan at my side. I’m back on all fours and I’m not crying so much as I am grunting and growling. As the water hit my back, I truly felt like an animal somewhere in the wild. I had lost all cares including the one about vomiting. I was going to do whatever it took to get this baby out and it no longer mattered what that meant. I had no care, no remorse, no ability to think about people seeing me completely nude or what people thought of my grunting or how my brother and my dad in the next room must feel about the situation. Nothing mattered and my only thoughts were getting this baby out.
When the shower water begins getting cold, I transition back into my bed. I’m now at nine and a half centimeters (are you kidding me?) and I’m still stuck and that cervix lip doesn’t want to get out of the way. So with this, my midwife must use her hands during each contraction to help pull the lip back as the baby’s head descends to hold it in place. This is excruciating and I start yelling at my midwife “no!” and “stop!” through every yell and grunt. I wanted nothing more than her hand to be removed from inside me. Of course she sensed this and she started telling me that if I didn’t like it then push her fingers out. So I tried with everything I had to do just that (I’m still crying while I do it too).
As this is all going on, the other assisting midwife is feeding me peanut butter crackers and having me sip water or Gatorade between each wave of pain. I’m thoroughly pissed at all this and I want nothing to do with these crackers or Gatorade but she continues putting them in my face and making me take a bite. I remember someone saying to me that if I was in a hospital, I’d have an IV because I’ve hardly eaten to replenish my energy. I really didn’t care.
Somewhere along the time line, still stuck at nine and a half centimeters, my water breaks. I feel so much relief and my midwife is absolutely shocked at all the fluids flowing from me. Apparently I just continue gushing and gushing beyond comprehension and there’s a light laughter in the room because of it. Then sometime after that (I’m lost in time at this point) I hear baby has descended passed the lip.
I honestly never really felt the urge to push. And my midwife realized I was pushing without a contraction. I was pushing and pushing and making serious progress and I wanted nothing more than to be done with it all. I was exhausted and in serious pain and as my midwife kept asking me if I was having a contraction (when I began pushing), I just responded yes so I could keep pushing – it felt right. Eventually my baby’s head made its first appearance. Dan was nearly bouncing up and down with this and they continued showing me the progress of the head with a mirror. I hated seeing this because the head was never as far out as I wanted it. At one point I kept repeating “I just want to be done” over and over again. I was quickly told that I’m in the exact place I’m suppose to be and to start repeating out loud “I’m exactly where I should be!” I cried while I said it.
When the baby’s head made it to a certain point that I was able reach to feel my baby crown. I felt a new since of energy and nothing was going to stop me. The crying stopped and the grunting and yelling got louder and louder. Both midwives were bringing out the cold towels for my head and they were squirting olive oil and using hot towels on my perineum. I just kept going until what felt like a pop. I immediately knew that my baby’s head was out as it came with such relief. I took a few breaths to push again and the shoulders were out. I could feel my child move through my body and with one more push for the hips, my baby was resting on my chest.
And of course I was crying. I’ve never felt so much joy and so much relief and it all felt unreal. I just kept staring at my baby and crying and looking at Dan who was in total smiling bliss. My mom, who was acting a kind of stirrup with Dan, had left me side very quickly and before I thought twice about it, I heard her announce to my brother and my dad “its a boy!” I said, “a boy! I haven’t looked!” and with that we saw a definite boy – a healthy pink baby boy who was crying a healthy cry. Dan and I immediately re-agreed on Julian Kai. He was a perfect 7 pounds, 13 ounces – born at 9:50pm.
Fifteen hours in labor and two hours more of pushing – I was so tired and in absolute heaven to have my baby in my arms. I passed Julian to Dan so I could deliver the placenta (which I laughed about as I delivered it) and afterward, I begin breastfeeding. I’m still in pain but it doesn’t compare to what I just went through. After confirming a small “nick” (didn’t qualify as a tear) and taking care of all of the messy towels, Dan and I were left alone with Julian. I don’t remember how long we lay there together but I can say that I would have been happy if it never ended. Shortly after, Julian and I bathed together. He was peaceful- certainly an old soul – he only cried for the first five minutes on his way into the wold (he began crying as I was still pushing out his hips). We get back in bed. I couldn’t sleep no matter how hard I tried – I just wanted to see my new beautiful boy.
Nothing can describe the sheer euphoria I felt moments after giving birth. The elation and joy surging through me was worth more than the seventeen hours I just went through to get to this moment. I distinctly remember my new baby resting on my chest and the only thing I could do or say as I looked at my son (before I cared to look and see the sex of my baby) was “I did it!” I looked at my baby, Dan, my mom, and both midwives, affirming to each individual that I, Maranda, just gave birth. I cried and repeated “I did it!” more times than I could count. I realized that I had gained a new respect for women and a whole new respect for myself as an individual, a woman, a partner, daughter, and new mother. To say that I accomplished the hardest task in the world would be stopping short at the truth: I had been completely renewed.
About the Writer: Maranda Bower is a birth educator and mompreneur who empowers women in life, birth, and sisterhood. She runs a shop, retreat series, + lifestyle concept for women.
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