December 07, 2015

A Birth Story: Part I


This is Part I of a three part birth story. It's taken me a long of time to come to terms with how our daughter, Holland, was brought into this world. Sadly, it was not the joyous occasion I desperately wanted. I know though, that we are incredibly blessed to both be healthy and safe and nothing I write is meant to dismiss that major blessing. Additionally, nothing is meant to discount the birth experience of other mothers. This is simply my account of Holland's arrival.
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On Monday, October 12th, I went to my doctor's appointment and learned that finally -- after being nearly TWO WEEKS  (41w,5d technically) overdue, there was some real progress. I was 4 cm dilated and 80% effaced. My doctor went ahead and stripped my membranes and I practically danced out of the office, convinced that labor would begin any moment. Adam and I had been fighting against an induction for weeks so I was over the moon with the news that things might get started on their own soon.

That night, around 9 p.m., things started with a bang. I felt what I knew to be a contraction. I always wondered what they felt like and had been frustrated with people who said, "Oh you'll know it when you feel it." But they were right -- as soon as it happened I knew it was a contraction. My contractions started at 5 minutes or less apart and lasted anywhere from 30 seconds to a minute. Adam and I sat up and timed them (and breathed through them) until around 11 p.m. I texted our doula, Tia, and informed her of the progress. Knowing that I was already 4 cm dilated, Tia said it was likely that things would ramp up during the night or in the early morning so she advised me to get some sleep if I could.
All pictures by the amazing Niki Zimmerman of Niki Zimmerman Images
Adam went to bed and I attempted to sleep. My contraction though were already pretty painful so sleeping soundly just wasn't possible. I could fall asleep in between but pretty much woke up every 5 minutes throughout the night as labor progressed. By morning, when Adam's alarm went off, I was exhausted. I called Tia and she listened as I worked my way through a few contractions. They were starting to come a little closer together and each was becoming stronger than the last. Tia decided she needed to head to our house and she asked me to try to eat before we went to the hospital -- knowing they would likely cut me off food-wise.

I crammed back some food and worked my way through more contractions as we waited for Tia to arrive. Once she got to our house, it became apparent that we would be heading to the hospital pretty quickly. My contractions were becoming increasingly painful. Each would leave me doubled over in pain and struggling to catch my breath. I was convinced that I would have the baby before lunch so we decided to load up and drive to the hospital around 10 a.m. after laboring at home for a little over 12 hours.

Getting to the hospital was relatively easy since we live so close, but getting IN the hospital was a different story. It was a VERY long walk and at this point, my contractions were only 1-2 minutes apart and they were lasting 1-2 minutes. The whole walk I was in terrible pain and I kept having to stop and breathe through yet another contraction. Everyone we passed kept offering to get me a wheelchair but I was determined to stay on my feet as long as possible so I politely refused.


Once we FINALLY got to the labor and delivery ward, I was super excited to see how much I had progressed. After all, I was 4cm the day before and I had just undergone over 12 hours of very steady (and STRONG) contractions. I was certain that I would be at least 6-7cm dilated. After getting checked in and doing a mandatory monitoring session of the baby's heartbeat, the nurse finally checked me. She delivered what she thought was happy news: "It looks like you are already 4 cm dilated and about 80% effaced!" I wanted to cry. Tia had to explain that I was 4 cm the day before at my doctor's appointment because the nurse was clearly at a lost as to why I wasn't jumping with joy at the news of my dilation. Everyone assured me that I would dilate more soon because of the consistent nature of my contractions.

So, I set out to do everything I could to help the process along... 

7 comments :

  1. I'm sorry your birth experience didn't follow your birth plan. Have you looked at a support group? A friend of mine developed PTSD after her birthing experience (a natural birth that turned into a C-section). A support group and therapy has helped her.

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  2. These photos are wonderful and I can't wait to hear the rest of the story! Thank you for being honest that labor wasn't joyous, I'm sorry to hear but glad you are sharing the story!! xo

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  3. Funny how as much as we plan things never quite go that way. I wish things had been more joyful for you, but Holland is gorgeous and that's what matters. Praying for you and as you go back to work.

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  4. wow, I really wish that I had photos like that. They are beautiful. I also wish I looked that good! My waters broke EVERYWHERE at my appointment and I went to hospital with wet pants. Then I threw up on myself...

    I'm glad you have gotten to a point where you can talk about your experience & I'm looking forward to reading the rest. Hopefully this will help you. xx

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  5. Wow. I don't have children so I don't personally understand, but it's amazing to read stories like this and see such beautiful and real photographs. Thank you so much for sharing with us. You have such a beautiful family and a powerful voice.

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  6. I'm so glad you're at a point where you're able (and willing!) to share your birth story. I have such similar feelings about Clara's birth to what you feel about Holland's birth, based on what you've said. Yes, we're both healthy and I would never discount that, but at the same time the birth experience is important, too.

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