Today I have the honor of sharing the story of the planned home birth of baby Lucas James, as told by his mom, Sarah -- CafeMom's "Eeyore530." Sarah's unassisted birth (with the help of her husband, James) is a testament to the beauty and natural power of a woman's body.
I woke up around 2 a.m. on March 18, and just instinctively knew the pain was a contraction -- this was it. I got into a squatting/hands and knees position on the bed -- wrong position. I got up to go get in the bath, hoping the water would either ease the pain, or make everything stop. As the bathtub filled, I sat there with the water flowing on me, and contractions were about 10 minutes apart.
When the tub filled, I turned sideways, squatting and sitting on my feet, and checked myself. I was most certainly dilated and I felt a bulging bag of water. I tried to rest between contractions with my head on a folded towel, and started timing with a contraction timer app on my phone -- about every 2 minutes. My stupid phone died. Nice timing. Verizon owes me!
A few minutes later, I called James in. We tried to fix my phone, to no avail. Back to the tub, and I had James get a pillow and a blanket and lay on the bathroom floor so he could rest there with me if I needed him. He put on some relaxing music -- something with bagpipes, and it definitely helped.
I remember these contractions coming, stronger, more intense. I literally FELT my cervix opening. I kept repeating to myself, "These are NOT stronger than me, these ARE me," and "I can do this" and "Me and thousands of other women are doing this RIGHT NOW" over and over. As the pain got worse, the only thing that was making it better was to lean back against the wall and gently push, then in between, I would rock back and forth, roll my hips, opening my pelvis. I was visualizing baby moving into the birth canal, getting positioned just right.
I had the urge to get on the toilet, so James helped me move. As I got out of the tub, some bloody show fell. He freaked out, and I said as seriously as I could, "James. I NEED you to calm down. It's fine, it's normal. Help me get this baby out."
During the next contraction, I braced myself on the sink and tub and held my body over the toilet. I let out the biggest, loudest fart that echoed in our bathroom. I stood up, rocked some more, held onto James, squatted down -- just did what felt right. A contraction came, so I got back over the toilet, and with a loud POP and a splash, I told James, "And that would be my water breaking."
He lost it: "Oh no, what do I do!"
I told him again, "Calm down. The baby is coming." Then, intense pain. All I could do was pray that I was fully dilated at this point, because the only thing that felt right was to give in and my body completely took over, I had absolutely NO control, and started pushing. I felt down to see if there was a head and I felt hair. I said, "Here it comes!" and stood up to get in the bathtub again.
James looked, saw the head, and said, "Oh my God, there's a head. It's really coming!" Yes honey, I've been telling you "It's coming" for the past 2 hours!
In the tub, with the next contraction, out popped the head, and then he just came out. I remember feeling empty while James grabbed him, set him down, and said, "It's another boy!" I scooped him out of the water, and told James to get the towels. I got him to drain the tub, spray some of the blood off me with the shower, and help me get to our bed.
I just held baby Luke on my skin, while my body contracted to get the placenta out. I felt the urge to push, so I told James to get a bowl. With the next urge, I squat/knelt over it and out came the placenta. It hurt worse than I thought it would! He covered the bowl and covered us up while we waited for his parents to get there. Finally, Luke decided to nurse, and latched on for probably 30-45 minutes straight.
Our second little man was born at approximately 5 a.m. on Friday March 18 (41 weeks, 1 day) caught by his daddy. Big brother Logan was asleep in his room the whole time.
I did it! I birthed my baby, all by myself, no meds, completely naturally, the way God intended birth to be. I didn't tear, not even so much as a skid mark, and Luke is bigger than Logan was (who gave me a skid mark). Never again will this mom birth a baby on her back. Upright made it way easier and more effective! And now I can pee without the burning of too much stretching!