Labor gets more intense. At this point my eyes stayed closed for most of the labor. My husband coached me through breathing. Focusing on deep low tones pushing my voice down. When I would not be focused and my voice would raise he was great about calmly explaining how to change my tone and even moaned with me so I could hear the difference.
Around 1:45am they were so intense (going through transition), but I needed to pee. My husband’s job: make me drink, eat and pee every hour and help me through labor and contractions. He basically carried me to the bathroom while they were filling the birth tub in the bedroom. I mentioned several times at this point that it felt like my butthole was going to explode! I sat down, peed then felt my body pushing. I verbally said “umm I think I need to push”. Kyndall comes around the corner and in the softest, sweetest toned voice says, “Ok then push!”
It’s now 2:45am when they helped me into my bed. First I labored for a few on my hands and knees but I was so tired. My pushes weren’t very substantial at this point. They were intense but not strong or hard on my part. Like I wasn’t really pushing well or with any real effort because I was so tired.
They asked if I would like to switch to laying on my side at around 3am. I started with the left side, pushed there for around 15 minutes then switched to my right. My husband held my legs. And they encouraged me to really bear down with each contraction. This is when they got really hard and more painful.
Kyndall helped me to the bathroom to pee and help show me how to clean myself. While doing that, Rebekah and Aly cleaned up the bed and prepared it for me to come back. After that they inspected where I might need stitches. I did not tear my perineum thankfully! I did have some labial tearing so Rebekah went and stitched me up.
A little before 8:30pm I really wanted to move to the bathroom. I had a couple contractions on the way. As soon as I made it to the toilet, I gave a little push and a gush came out. Aly, my midwife came in and smiled and said that was your water breaking. 🙌🏻🥲 I felt some relief at that point because I knew baby boy would be here soon. I began to really vocalize through contractions at this point. I made it back to the living room and said I really felt like my body was pushing uncontrollably. The tub didn’t get quite full enough before we ran out of hot water so my bf and sister tag teamed heating water up on the stove. They were still working on that and I just really needed to get in the tub at that point 😅 I was able to get in very quickly after my water broke- it only felt like a lifetime, I was probably in transition.
After getting in the tub, I was pushing for about an hour. I was moving around and changing positions between or during contractions. It felt so good to be able to move around freely. The bottom of the tub was padded so I could get on my hands and knees, lean, over the edge, and ultimately ended up laying my head back on the side of the tub because I felt like I wanted to stretch out and bear down slightly while pushing his head out.
I was so shocked when his head came out, I wish I could have seen my face 😯 I thought I’d lost something 🤣
And then we had a baby boy.
Derrick helped bring him out of the water and onto my chest and I was immediately in love.
I rubbed on him and held him in the tub for a while. The midwives helped me move from the tub to the bed. A lot of that time was a blur. I know everyone was tired, but the midwives gave us a long time to just spend together before they came in to weigh and measure, my 8 pound baby boy. My sister made me a plate of food and we all got to hold and love the sweet new addition to the family.
I would do it again a million times!