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At 28 weeks pregnant, I went for another ultrasound to check the baby's kidneys. One of the organs still had the fluid shown in the previous scan, but the doctor told me the baby was healthy and we shouldn't be concerned. But she said because my placenta was very low, I would have to have a c-section.
I freaked out.
My previous four children had all been delivered naturally. So I called my midwife and she told me not to get ahead of myself, that we'd reevaluate the situation in a few months. I had another scan at 38 weeks and guess what? My placenta had migrated all the way up to the top of my uterus, and the baby was measuring 9 pounds. Because of the similarly high weight of my previous delivery (9 pounds, 3 ounces, and a very tight squeeze), my midwife advised I try to get things going. My estimated due date of June was possibly off by about a week or so.
On Tuesday the 25th I checked into the hospital. Though I was against induction all along, and swore I wouldn't do it, something in me said I need to have this baby very soon. Mother's intuition? We discussed all the options. I was dilated 3 to 4 centimeters, 80 percent effaced, and baby was at a +2 station. So my body seemed ready. I decided to start with a low dose of pitocin. But no contractions all day. It was getting frustrating. At one point I said I'm leaving. My husband and midwife told me to relax and let it happen. So I decided to be positive.
At 7:30 p.m., my midwife decided to strip my membranes (which she put off until I was more dilated.) Then the real contractions hit. I was standing up, rocking back and forth, laughing in pain, saying, "It hurts finally." My husband said, "Only you would be happy in pain." I decided I was getting uncomfortable so I lay down and listened to some of my downloaded birth music.
The midwife was going to break my water, but it ended up breaking on it's own. I felt a pop, like the baby kicked, and then felt wet between my legs. I said I think my water broke. Everyone got excited. I started to shake a little.
The contractions became strong. I wanted to get up. I stood on the side of the bed, leaning on it with every cramp. As I contracted, I would say -- out loud -- "Open, open, open." Or, "Come out, baby, I want to see you." These affirmations kept me going. I eventually told my husband I wanted to get in the shower. I instructed him to spray water on my back and around my stomach every time I contracted, and he obliged as I repeated my affirmations. Then I sat on the bench (where the towel had soaked up the warm water) to soothe my bottom.
As my body contracted, I surrendered to it. I smiled at the thought of seeing my baby soon. After a half-hour, I started grunting. My midwife aksed, "Are you pushing? Do you want to have the baby in here?" I said no. So we moved to the bed. I put my black nighttime nursing bra on and got on all fours. She checked me and said I had a little cervix left but to push through if I needed to. I then felt I needed to move to my back. I pushed until his head was halfway out. She told me to feel his head. When I did I could feel his hair and how far out he was.I started getting excited, saying, "That's my baby, I can feel him." I was burning a bit but didn't care, as he was almost in my arms.
With a couple more pushes, his head was out. My midwife assisted in getting his shoulders through, and my husband took hold and laid him on my chest. He looked big, and was covered heavily in vernix. He cried right away. My husband and I started crying and laughing and we were filled with the best feeling I think we've ever experienced together. Even though I've delivered four other babies, this one was by far the best!
My baby was born on Tuesday, May 25, 2010. Christian Andrew weighed 8 pounds, 15 ounces, and measured 20 inches long. He's beautiful and we're falling in love every day. The other children couldn't see him until we brought him home, but they were so excited to meet him. My youngest keeps saying, "The baby came out of your tummy, Mommy?"
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