Last Wednesday the 26th of March, I woke up in the morning thinking that I had just had the worst night of sleep of my life! Nothing exciting happened, just couldn’t get any good sleep for the life of me. I had been in to see the nurse practitioner the day before for my 38 week, really 37 week 5 day appointment and everything seemed good.
She gave me “a prescription” to eat ice cream every day because my weight gain was on the lower end of the spectrum, 22 pounds and I am average weight to begin with. She didn’t do an internal because I told her it didn’t really give us an indication of anything, she agreed but made a comment that most women like to know where they are at. I said not me, this baby will decide when it is done baking!
Back to Wednesday, about 8:15 am I was playing with my 22 month old son on his climber toy with slide wearing my bath robe, when I bent over to catch him come down the slide and “gush” my water broke and a puddle was forming at my feet. Funny side note, we are in the midst of potty training and my son has accidents on the floor here and there. When my water broke, he looked at me, looked down at the floor and looked back at me …
and said, “Mommy peeing!”
I hadn’t been having any pressure waves yet, same thing that happened with my son, so I was kind of in denial that my water had just broke. My husband was getting ready to head out the door for track practice, he is a high school teacher that was on spring break and coaches track as well. I go upstairs and tell him either I just peed on the floor or my water just broke. He looks at me stunned and doesn’t really know what to do. I tell him to go ahead and go to practice, since there were 50 kids there and he was supposed to be the only coach there that day. He seemed worried and I tell him I’ll call my mom to come over with me while he is gone, just in case.
I call my mom and she is shocked since I am not even 38 weeks yet. She says she’ll head right over. I return to my normal morning activities of getting breakfast for my son, doing some laundry and other stuff around the house. My mom shows up and comments on how calm our house is for being in labor. Then the phone starts to ring, everyone knows that we are having a baby soon, my husband apparently called everyone known to us to let them know. Pressure waves finally start at about 9:30 am but nothing strong at all. I actually think I had been having waves before this, but didn’t recognize them because I was so relaxed.
My husband gets home and remembers that he has an appointment with a man at our house at 11 am. I tell him to go ahead and I’ll get ready to go to the hospital. I hop in the shower and call the hospital, the nurse I speak to is upset with me because it is now about 11:30 am and my water broke a whopping 3 hours earlier and I “need to get to the hospital soon”. I tell her that we will get there as soon as we can. We get everything squared away at home and head out to the hospital around 12:30 or so.
On the way to the hospital I start to listen to easy first stage. We get to the hospital and I give the nurse my birth wishes. She takes them with her and comes back to ask the general admittance questions. She is great about my requests to not use certain words or ask me to rate my p***. She doesn’t do an internal check because I ask to limit internals to as few as possible. She hooks me up to the monitor for 15 minutes and baby and mom are looking great, so she lets me off. At
this point I am having pressure waves every 3-5 minutes lasting about 1 minute each. The doctors and nurses pretty much leave me alone, except to put me on the monitor every hour or so to make sure everything is going okay.
At about 7:20 pm, I still am having waves about every 2-3 minutes, the nurses and doctor comment on how well I am handling them. The doctor comes in and says that she would like to check me, since we are approaching the “12 hour mark” since my water had broken. I say no problem and get the results that I am 4 cm dialated and 50% effaced, not as far along as I had hoped, but I am still happy that I am almost halfway there. At this point, the doctor gives me options, start Pitocin right away or wait 2 hours, recheck and re-evaluate. I say give me 2 hours and she does. I continue to have pressure waves, most of which are registering off the chart when I am hooked up to the monitor every 2 minutes or so. I spend most of these 2 hours up walking and on a birthing ball trying to have gravity help my body progress so that I can avoid any interventions.
9:30 pm rolls around and the doctor rechecks me, 4 cm and still 50% effaced. I feel a little disappointment because my pressure waves were getting pretty intense, but I hadn’t made any progress. The doctor asks if we can start Pitocin, I say that is fine, thinking hopefully this will help me get closer to meeting my baby quicker. The nurse goes to get the supplies for the Pitocin, they have to start an IV because they haven’t done one yet and get me hooked up to fluids. All this is done by 9:45 pm and she hooks me up to Pitocin then.
My husband decides to go for a walk and leave me alone with my mom for a little break for himself. I say no big deal, we’ve still got a while to go.
After a whole 2 minutes of Pitocin, I tell the nurse I’d like to go to the bathroom and that I’m feeling “a little pushy”. I get unhooked from the monitor and get to the bathroom. I start feeling to most intense sensations I’ve ever felt in my body, no p*** just extremely intense pressure waves that aren’t giving me a break in between. My mom comes into the bathroom, looks at me and realizes that this baby is coming soon. She goes into the waiting room and tells my dad to get a hold of my husband now! She comes back in and sits in the bathroom with me realizing that I am in transition. The nurse comes in and says she needs to check me now, she says to my Mom I think she is ready to go. I tell her to give me a second to get more comfortable and a couple of minutes go by.
My husband shows up, eyes bigger than I have ever seen them and helps support me while I get checked. It is now 9:55 pm and I am 10 cm dialated and ready to go. 6 cm in 25 minutes, all I can say is wow, the most intense 25 minutes
in my entire life! The nurse asks me not to have the baby on the toilet, I tell her that there are no guarantees. I get a break from my pressure waves and make a quick dash for the bed, the nurse and my husband trailing closely behind with my IV bags in tow.
I am now on the bed kneeling backwards over the raised back and the nurse says, wow that was quick, it wasn’t the Pitocin, it was all you. She calls the doctor and begins to support my perineum and makes a comment that she may be delivering this baby. I turn over to my side and start exhale pushing, no one counting or coaching me. I am now thinking wow this feels great, I’m going to see my baby soon. Doctor shows up and baby is already crowning, and I am not even uncomfortable at this point. I push baby out in 3 pushes, no tearing or p*** at all. We realize we just had a baby girl and are so excited. I look at my husband who has a stunned look on his face and say, “That didn’t even hurt! I just had a baby with no p***!” Reese came 2 weeks early weighing 6 lbs. 1 oz. and 19″ long.
I didn’t really use all of my Hypnobabies tools like I had been planning on using them during this birth, but didn’t need to because I was completely comfortable the entire time, except those intense 25 minutes from 4 to 10 cm. I have to say that all of the practice I did for the weeks before this birth helped me immensely. I was completely calm and relaxed during the entire 14 hour labor. I read all of these stories on this group about p***less birth and thought that must be
nice, I am just hoping to be able to develop some tools to help me cope. I ended up with a p*** free amazing hospital birth, more than I could have ever asked for. It is a store I have been sharing with anyone who will listen.
Your mind and Hypnobabies are amazing tools!