Sunday, July 31, 2005
Born 5/14/2005 at 7:22 am
This pregnancy and birth ended up being quite an experience for me. I had a pretty uneventful pregnancy to start. Morning sickness for about the first three to four months. This time however I was pleased to find out I did not test positive for gestational diabetes as I had in my previous pregnancy. I was so excited. I thought I was in the clear. Then one night when I was 7 months pregnant we took an unexpected trip to the emergency room and I ended up have any emergency appendectomy by the next morning. It was by far the scariest thing I have ever done in my life. This was my 4th surgery but by far the worst. Going under while a 7 months old baby is in your belly is something I do not wish upon anyone. I really started to learn about the power of prayer that day. The surgery went well and everything turned out just fine so I guess my prayers were answered. Three months later I was back to deliver my baby. Here is the story.
I would like to start by saying that I was very nervous going into the birth of this baby. If you read the birth story of Enzo you will remember that his birth was quiet unusual. I labored for three hours and then pushed for five. I was nervous to think this experience could be shorter than the first or even perhaps longer. I think I was more nervous about the possibility of it being longer and more text book because I had never experience labor from early to end so I was not sure what to expect.
Friday May 13th – I was at this point 7 days past my estimated due date. The original due date was estimated to be May 6th. I had felt a bit more crampy throughout the day but did not think too much of it. After Enzo went to bed John and I started watching some episodes of Sex and the City we had on DVD. Around 9:00 I noticed some light contractions that seemed to be coming pretty regular so we started timing them. They did not hurt at all but our midwife had told us to keep our eye on everything and call her when things seemed to be coming every 10 minutes because of how quickly I went last time. So we timed these for about an hour and a half and then decided to give her a call. She told us to come in just to get checked out again just because of how fast my last labor was. So we called our friend Nikki to come over and stay with Enzo as we headed to the hospital.
I was not in any pain as we entered the hospital around midnight. The contractions were still coming on at a regular pace but there was no pain. They hooked me up to the monitor for a while to confirm the contractions. The midwife came in to check me but could not find my cervix. She felt that perhaps I was not actually in labor just maybe very early labor. She had us walk the halls a few times and since nothing progressed she sent us home. I was a bit apprehensive about going home. Mostly because this midwife was the only one in the entire group we had not met before so she knew of our history from what we told her that night but I am not quite sure she took us seriously. As we walked out the door I felt we would be back shortly.
We got home about 2:30 and went to bed at 3:00am. An hour later I had to get up because the contractions were now incredibly strong and I could no longer sleep through them. I got up and wandered around the house and at 4:30 decided to get into the tub. I woke John up and told him he had to come downstairs and start timing these because I thought this was it. The water felt so good and allowed me to get through the contractions that were instantly coming every 2-3 minutes. I had to really focus and look into John’s eyes to get through each one. About a half hour later I felt my water break and John called the midwife back. She left it up to me to decide if I felt like it was time. “Oh yes we are coming in” I said. We called Nikki back over and got ready to go. These contractions felt so different than my first labor. My first was all back labor. As excruciating as it was it was very different than what I was feeling this time. This time it was focused more in my uterus and was such a different kind of pain it really took my breath away. John and Nikki waited for me to get out of the bathroom but the contractions were coming on so fast I barely had time to move before another one hit. Finally we made it into the car and on our way back to the hospital at 5:00am – 2 hours after we had left.
This time I did not walk into the maternity ward smiling announcing I was about to have a baby as I had two hours before. This time I had to be wheeled in and I was definitely not smiling. They got me into my room and on the bed somehow. At about 5:30am the midwife checked me and I was 6-7 centimeters dilated. I was amazed (but I guess kind of expected it) that again I went so quickly. About 3 or 4 contractions later I was fully dilated. Some will say that I am lucky to have such short labors but I will tell you now shorter is not always easier. My body pretty much goes through the first stage of labor without me noticing. I think I felt it a bit more than with Enzo because I knew what to expect this time. Regardless, I just tend to hit it at the very end. When I got to the hospital I was praying that I would be this far along because I honestly could not imagine going hours in the amount of pain I was having. I doubted myself that I could get through this birth naturally. Luckily when they checked me I was 6-7 centimeters dilated already. I asked them to fill up the tub because it had helped me so much when I was at home. I figured well I still have a few to get through until I am complete and laboring on the bed was simply not working for me. I was a grabber this time. With each contraction I grabbed John has hard as I could until it let up. These contractions were hitting me so fast and so strong I felt out of control. As the midwife was running the tub the nurse called out to her to come check me again because I was starting to push. Low and behold just a few contractions after she had checked me the first time I was not completely dilated. I went from 6-7 centimeters to fully dilate in about 15/20 minutes. At 6:00am I started pushing.
I never made it to the tub. I started pushing instead. I don’t know what it is but pushing for me is not as easy and refreshing as it is for others. I have a hard time with it. So the position dance began. They first had me in a side laying position that just simply was not comfortable. My back again was in a lot of pain as I tried to push and lying down was not helping. They got out the squat bar and got me upright. This position for was effective for me so I pushed like this for a while until I became very tired. They then turned me around with the back of the bed upright and I leaned against the bed as I pushed. Again this ended up being effective for a while. Finally I moved into a sitting position grabbing my legs with each push. I was making good progress. The baby was nearing the pelvic bone. I took each phase in stride. My first goal was to get the baby under the bone. I worked very hard and finally this goal was accomplished. I knew once under the bone the next major task was to get the head out. For the first time I could feel the baby moving down as I pushed. When I birthed Enzo because I had the back labor so bad I could not feel anything accept the pain in my back. With this birth I felt this baby move inch by inch and it was so empowering.
I felt the head getting closer and closer and it just made me more determined than ever. I wanted this to be over, I wanted to meet my baby. I gave it my all and got that baby’s head down and out. It was the craziest sensation I have ever experienced. I felt his head crowning and the burning sensation that everyone talks about is so real. I thought I was going to catch on fire. His head was born and I was so relieved. The work was not over yet but to me the hardest part was done. Each shoulder then slid out with each push and soon his entire body emerged from mine. At 7:22am on Saturday May 14th baby boy boone #2 was born. “It is a boy” John said and I looked down to see the most amazing little creature all warm and wild and bright eyed from his journey.
The took him immediately to the warmer because he had slight meconium. Once he was checked out they brought him right back before even weighing him. He was placed on my chest and he immediately started nursing. It was beautiful. He looked just like Enzo did when he was born. It was so crazy to see another little bean that we had created. Unfortunately I was having bad after pain contractions and the placenta was not coming out. The pains actually got so bad that I had to pass Sal to John. They ended up giving me a shot of pitocin to try and get the placenta out. I was crying and felt so sad because all I wanted to do was hold and love my baby and be done with the pain of labor and here it was continuing even after the baby had been born. The placenta finally came out but the pains did not stop. They were better though enough that I took the baby back, nursed him and loved him with every ounce I had.
Once again I had a crazy short, intense and powerful birth. I am amazed with what my body can do and I am proud to have done it naturally again. Birth is a moment in time that like with all other special occasions in your life comes and goes so quickly. Although it is the hardest most painful thing you will ever experience it is also the most personal and rewarding. No one else owns your birth experience but you. I already find myself feeling nostalgic for it.
Salvatore John Crosby Boone was born at Fletcher Allen Hospital in Burlington Vermont on Saturday May 14th at 7:22am after about 2 hours of active labor and 1 1/2 hours of pushing. 100% all natural birth. He weighed 9 lbs, 4 oz and was 21 inches long. Again my midwife was amazing and John was a superhero. He is a natural birth assistant.
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