As I was saying in Part 1, I had decided that I'd better get to work.
I had been so excited at the option of a water birth, I had stayed up late into the nights preceding her birth reading about birthing in water, and yet somehow had never expressed this to Dennis, Megan, or Jen.
By the time I asked about possibly getting into the tub there, Jen (the midwife) felt that the baby would be here before the tub filled.
Instead of getting excited about the proximity of meeting my child, I was disappointed again! It seemed to be a recurring theme...
I had been in lighter spirits for a time during my labor with her...like when the nurses cleared the room and left us alone, Dennis bumped into the sterile table, knocking over the contents. I told him it reminded me of something Don Knots would have done.
Most of the contractions I had I handled by "hanging" from Dennis' neck and swaying from side to side. As he had a migraine, he said the pressure of my hands gripping the back of his neck actually felt good for him. It was a win-win.
I also found that sitting on the birth ball was very helpful--I had done this with both Ruby and Ivy, too.
After some minutes, it was suggested that I try using the birth stool, which I had never done. I thought I could give it a try, and did, but did not like it. I wonder if perhaps they are not the best for plus-size women? It's just my theory. I did labor for a time upon it, but right before the baby was born, Jen could see I was not impressed using it and asked if I would prefer to birth the baby in the bed. As I'd delivered all the others that way, I said yes, and that's what we did.
It only took a couple pushes and she was here!
I had completely convinced myself that the baby was a boy so that's pretty much what I said over and over again: I thought it was going to be a boy...
We had seen the midwife at 3pm, swept membranes at 4, labor began mildly at 6:15. At 7:45, Jen checked and I was at 9cm with no consistent contraction pattern. She said the only thing holding this baby back was a big bag of water. After some discussion, I agreed for her to break the water. Things moved quickly then and she was born at 8:16 pm. Not a bad schedule. (The overdue part wasn't a fun part of the schedule, but the quickness of labor was a plus!)
There is some more to the story I'd like to write about, so I guess there will be a part 3.
And if you're thinking, that took her a whole week to write that?!?! , the answer is:
Yes it did.
My mind has been on a bit of a grammatical sabbatical lately.
(Ha, ha! I crack me up.)