This is the second and final part of our baby girl’s home birth story. If you’re just joining us, you can read Part 1 here!
After much talking and convincing from my husband, I finally (reluctantly) agreed that he could call our midwife.
After getting off of the phone with her, he told me that she was going to start getting ready and would leave her house in about 30-40 minutes. That meant that we still had a good solid hour (at least) before she would arrive.
The next hour went by very quickly for me. My contractions were as intense as ever at this point, and I wasn’t getting much rest in between them at all, except for the occasional one that would give me a 5 minute break instead of 2. I wasn’t focused on anything, but trying to manage the pain.
Around 2:00 a.m. things seemed to intensify a bit. I told Husband that I really felt like I wanted to push. He assuredly and calmly told me that our midwife should be there very soon, but I noticed that he started looking (somewhat nervously) out the window for her car in between every contraction.
2:15 rolled around, and I was having a bit of a hard time managing the pain at this point. Husband kept telling me to breathe. I was trying to, but I don’t think I was doing a very good job at it at this point!
“Should we call her again?” he asked.
“No,” I said, somewhat irritated, “I don’t even know if this is really labor or not!” (Ha! I don’t think I was in my right mind!)
After I said that, I remember thinking to myself that if this was false labor, then I wasn’t going to have a home birth after all. I was having trouble getting through each contraction, and if real labor was going to be even more intense than this, then take me straight to the hospital and sign me up for an epidural!
Luckily for me, our midwife showed up shortly after what I thought was my breaking point. It was 2:30 a.m. when she knocked on the door and Husband went to let her in.
I had been pretty quiet during each contraction up to this point, but when he left our bedroom to go get the door I remember having such an intense contraction that I started crying out loud in prayer:
“Jesus, please help me to get through this! I can’t do this by myself and I need your strength to go on!”
As I was crying out loud, my husband and midwife came through the door to the bedroom, and I could tell immediately that my midwife knew I was in real, intense, and end stages of labor.
We went into the spare bedroom which we had set up for labor. We had cleared a spot in the room for the birthing tub, because that was the plan – to have a water-birth.
The next 20 minutes were pretty much a blur for me. All I really remember is my midwife hurrying as fast as she could to get all of her supplies set up, and apologizing to me that we probably were not going to have time to set the birth tub up.
I could have cared less about the birth tub at this point – I wanted to push!
Without even really comprehending what was going on, I told my husband and midwife that I really wanted to push. She was still setting up and getting her supplies out, but all I knew was that I needed to push and I needed to push now!
She checked me, and sure enough I was 10 cm dilated and 100% effaced. As I stood there in our spare bedroom, leaning over with my arms on the bed holding me up, she gave me some brief instructions for pushing. I remember pushing 1, 2, then 3 times…and the next thing I knew I was holding my sweet, precious, lovely baby girl in my arms.
I cannot explain the feelings that I had in that moment, but it was truly one of the most awesome moments of my whole entire life.
My husband and midwife helped me get into bed while I was holding our brand new baby girl. I remember I kept saying that I felt like I had just been through a whirlwind. My midwife kept smiling at me and saying,
“Well, you kind of were, sweetie!”
Our baby girl was born at 2:50 a.m. just 20 short minutes after our midwife arrived. It was a crazy 20 minutes, and I don’t think I even realized what was happening at the time until my sweet babe was in my arms.
After I was in bed for a while, and the baby had nursed and had some very sweet bonding time with us, my husband cut the cord and we weighed and measured the baby. She was 7 lbs 8 oz of perfection!
As my husband and I laid in bed with our new baby, our midwife went and fixed us a quick snack of peanut butter and apples. It tasted so yummy!
After everything was done, and my midwife had cleaned up, served us a snack, and made sure that everything with me and the baby were fine, it was time for her to go.
She hugged me, told me she loved me, and headed out the door leaving us in our quiet home as a newly formed family of four.
What a wonderful night that was. Words could never convey its beauty.