Ethan's birth story

4:00 a.m., July 31st

I get up to go to the bathroom, get back in bed, feel a small rush and wonder how I peed my pants immediately after going to the bathroom. I go back to the bathroom and decide that maybe I lost my mucous plug. Definitely something to celebrate, but nothing to get too excited about. I go back to sleep, noticing that I'm having some cramps about every 10 minutes.

4:00-8:00 a.m.

I go back to sleep.

8:00

We wake up and I tell Andy that I think I lost my mucous plug, but don't get too excited. But just in case, we should probably just make sure that we have everything we need before the baby comes (we had a large to-do list we were planning on accomplishing).

8:00-10:00

I notice that the gushes of water are still coming every 30 minutes or so. I do the next logical thing and google "water breaking" and read about it. All signs point to broken water so I give the birthing center a call and the on-call midwife calls me back and asks me what's going on. When I told her she said to come on in and she would check me out to see what was going on.

10:00-11:30

Andy vacuums (I've read stories where Mom starts doing weird things at the beginning of labor, in our case it was Dad.) I pack a bag and make a list of things we need to take with us.

11:30-12:30

We head to Target to buy last minute things. I should note, at this point I'm still unsure if my water is actually broken. It is nothing like the movies, people. We conquer and divide to get the items on our list. I comment to Andy, the baby feels really heavy down there!

1:00

The midwife listens to my story, says it sound like my water broke, but let's just confirm. She checks me out and there is definitely water (everywhere). I had a contraction while she was checking me so she was able to see that I was a little bit effaced and a little bit dilated. Good news.

The bad news is that I've had period cramps more painful than my contractions and they are still far apart. Since the water is broken, baby needs to be here or very close to here in 24 hours (which is now 15 hours).

She gives us three options: 1. Do nothing, wait for contractions to get strong; 2. Use the breast pump and take herbs to help contractions along; 3. Jump straight to the big guns and take some castor oil.

2:00-5:00

We chose the middle of the road option and pump. It makes my contractions stronger, but the hour after I pump, they taper off. Bummer. On to the big guns.

5:00

The midwife makes me an awesome smoothie with an orange Popsicle and castor oil. For some reason the "oil" part of the name never occurred to me. Basically I drank a melted orange Popsicle with a layer of fat on top. At least it didn't taste too bad.

5:00-7:00

The unpleasantness that goes with castor oil follows, meanwhile contractions are getting stronger and stronger. We are very relieved at this point, because if I didn't go into labor on my own we would have to go to the hospital to get started on pitocin. Bad news all around.

And now the rest is a blur as far as time goes. By this point I was in active labor, concentrating very hard on staying on top of the contractions. Andy was the absolute best birth coach, helping me relax through every contraction and sitting in some very uncomfortable positions so that I could be comfortable.

My last recollection of time is Andy saying, "we're past midnight so his birthday is going to be August 1st."

The midwife came every hour or so to check on us and check Ethan's heart rate. She always tried to listen through a contraction. Those were the easiest contractions to make it through- listening to the steady beat of our little guy's heart helped me focus.

At some point the midwife suggested the tub and I eagerly agreed. Apparently getting in too early can slow labor down. I guess by this point she could tell that wasn't going to happen. I remember her commenting later that every time she came in the room I was a little more serious. This is a good thing when you're about to have a baby.

I spent transition (7 cm to pushing, two hours maybe?) in the tub. The tub was amazing, the contractions sucked. I said all kinds of crazy things about how much it hurt (but never a swear word!) and the midwife responded to every single one in a classic "affirm the feeling and redirect." "I know it hurts, but that's the baby's head pushing down, he's getting ready to come out!"

I wanted to deliver in the tub, but it was too hot. I was sweating and my heart rate started to go up and so did Ethan's. The midwife made me get out, despite my desperate attempts to convince her otherwise. Again, "I know you don't want to, but you are going to. I'll help you."

I had just started to push in the tub, so moving to the bed was terrible. The birthing assistant got there and I started pushing. The hardest work I have ever done in my life. It didn't come as naturally as I had heard. It felt awkward and I wasn't really sure how to work with the contractions to make the baby come out. The midwife and birthing assistant were amazingly encouraging and Andy nearly suffered broken fingers. When he started to crown (OW!) and Andy could see the top of his head I really got down to business. The midwife kept telling me he was close, but when Andy said he saw his head I really believed them. I think pushing took about an hour and half, but I'm not really sure.

I suddenly looked down and there was my baby's face. I was so excited I think I pushed a little too hard to get the rest of him out. Soon I had a squirming, crying baby on my chest and I could not stop smiling. And I'm pretty sure I kept saying, "I did it! He came out of me!" He was born at 4:29 a.m., almost exactly 24 hours after my water broke.

The midwife spent the next 45 minutes stitching me up and Ethan spent the next 45 minutes testing out his lungs and screaming on my chest.

By 12:30 that afternoon we were discharged and heading home with our baby! And I can't believe that was two weeks ago. We loved our experience at the birthing center, and we love our little man more than words can say!