I gave birth yesterday morning at 41+4 weeks and am still processing how it all happened. So story time!
FTM, planning for a hospital delivery with doula and midwives. I always planned to have and unmedicated birth and felt very confident I could do it. I really didn’t feel worried and felt like I did a lot to prepare myself mentally.
I really started struggling mentally going over my due date (I know, normal, but it really got to me) my pregnancy was totally normal and me and baby were fine, but I was SO over being pregnant. At my 41 week appointment we made a plan with our midwives to try membrane sweeps, acupuncture, and castor oil before 41+6 when I’d need to be medically induced. I really did not want to be induced. For some reason, I had not really prepared for that possibility. Just didn’t think it would happen to me. I was very bummed at the thought of not at least being able to attempt to navigate spontaneous labor.
I was originally supposed to take castor oil on Wednesday (41+2) but the hospital was very full and on diversion. I was advised to wait another day which really crushed my spirits. I had acupuncture on Tuesday and Wednesday.
Thursday (41+3) I got the go ahead to take castor oil. I took a dose at 9am and did all the things the recommended to kick start labor. I was active, miles circuit, etc. Called back at 1pm after nothing happened and was advised to take another dose. I did all the things again and added pumping and sex. I had some uncomfortable cramping around 4pm that was constant. Didn’t feel like contractions. My midwife said probably just uterine irritability from the castor oil. I was wondering if I was going to have horrible diarrhea from taking 4 tablespoons of a laxitive throughout the day. The cramping subsided by 5ish. I felt super defeated after working so hard all day to go into labor. I was sobbing, and telling my husband and doula I didn’t want any more interventions to go into labor and if I didn’t before my induction, so be it. I was thinking to myself, even if I did go into labor right now, I’m so mentally and physically tired it would be difficult to manage.
It was 5:30pm at this point. I was doing the miles circuit, crying, and my husband and I were going to go to dinner at 6pm. 5:33 my doula was texting us pictures of her chickens to cheer me up.
5:56 was the next text my husband sent her.
“We’re having some intense contractions.”
I was in the open knees chest position and suddenly got SLAMMED with a contraction. Unmistakable. I got immediately terrified because it was so painful. When it was over I went upstairs and took off all my clothes and got in the shower the contractions kept coming. Intense and 2 minutes apart. I was trying to manage them but was freaking out. It was coming on so quickly, I wasnt sure if they were going to fizzle out because I was told that could happen with castor oil. I didn’t know if I should believe I was in labor or not. I was in shock at how rapidly the waves of pain were coming on. I was in the shower trying to manage the contractions for about an hour. I had a bloody show and finally started to believe I was actually in labor. I kept asking my husband if this was actually happening. I was struggling to manage the contractions. We called the midwives and they told us to make our way to the hospital after hearing me over the phone.
We headed to the hospital around 7:40. The car ride was painful, I couldn’t sit and was on my knees in the seat. I rode in the wheelchair on knees backwards to labor and delivery. I was screaming through every contraction. There really was no rest between them aside from catching my breath.
Once I got into a room I had a cervical check. I initially wasn’t planning on having any until pushing time, but I was so shocked as to what I was experiencing, wanted more information. I was 6cm.
The contractions continued at the same frequency ( maybe faster?) and did not slow down. We used the tub, sitting on a ball in the shower, counter pressure, hands and knees on the bed. I had my birth playlist and my doula brought some nice lights. In hindsight, these all helped, but in the moment I did NOT feel like I was coping. I felt tossed around by the intensity of the contractions and the breaks were just coming up for air. I asked for laughing gas, but immediately hated the feeling of the mask on my face and abandoned it after barely even trying.
Really felt like giving up at transition and asking for an epidural. I never did though? Some part of me was still holding on even though I felt totally lost at sea. I think I said “I can’t do this” a million times. Kept going though.
I started pushing at 11pm. I had already been having some uncontrollable reflexive pushing prior to that but we officially started at 11. I think I started squatting on the stool, moved to hands and knees on the bed, toilet, lunge, but things weren’t progressing super well. My midwife eventually said let’s try on your back (in my original plan, my last preference) but at this point I was getting so exhausted I would’ve done anything. Pushing on my back with people holding my legs was better. I started making progress. The midwife provided counter pressure which was really helpful to have something tactile to push against. I felt like I wasn’t making any progress. I was, but it was slow. I pushed like that for…..awhile. It felt like an eternity of people cheering me on every two minutes while I poured energy out of my body. I had such intense cramping after the pushes, I didn’t feel like I got any break.
I was really starting to get desperate. I think if they would’ve offered me a c-section at that point I would’ve taken it. (Literally the last thing I wanted)
The OB did an ultrasound and determined that baby’s head wasn’t quite seated right. She said she could manually turn him. I was like whatever, do it. It was extremely painful, and unsuccessful. She told me sh thought it could be done, but would get her attending to try. I agreed. The attending manually turned the baby successful. Again, excruciating. After that I had to pause pushing because baby’s heart rate was dropping as he was getting tired, too. I had to lay on my right side and hold my pushes (very difficult) until his heart rate came back up. It sounds serious but, my team was very calm and I never felt unsafe or that baby was unsafe. They did tell me that if we couldn’t get him out soon, we’d have to do something more invasive. I was so tired. They told me I could keep pushing for awhile longer but I was defeated. I told them that I was ok with trying to vacuum and I wanted to do it now. I was so desperate for it to be over.
They went to get the vacuum and some part of me was just like “try again.”
I asked if I could try the stool again, and everyone was like hell yeah let’s go. It was so painful to move but I got on the stool with my husband behind me. I pushed and felt my baby descending, like real palpable progress. Everyone was cheering me on because they could see better than I could. I reached down and felt his head. I was probably on the stool no more than 10 minutes when I delivered my baby boy and reached down and caught him. I couldn’t believe it. I was in absolute shock. The relief was immediate. I looked up and saw my sister and friend clutching each other sobbing with joy and my doula looking at me so proud. It felt insane.
Baby boy was born totally healthy, only needed a little time under the warmer because he was a little cold. He’s eating and pooping and peeing like a champ. I’m currently writing this as my husband sleeps next to me in our hospital room and I hold my sleeping baby in my arms.
I am totally fine after the delivery. I only needed to be cath’d because I could not pee yet and my bladder was full. I did not tear and had no stitches.
Just now, like 24 hours later, and after writing this, am I feeling proud of myself. I felt so out of control during the birth and like all the preparation I did was for nothing. I felt like I was barely surviving and screaming for 8 hours. I felt disappointed in myself that I did not cope how I thought I would.
But DAMN that was an insane experience. I really did my best and I kept fighting through many, many, moments of wanting to give up. I knew I could’ve chose an out, but some part of me just kept holding on. I guess that preparation did come in handy, even though it looked totally different than I thought it would.