See Part One.
The car ride wasn’t too bad – I had 3 contractions in the 20 minute drive to the hospital. We checked in – with a lady who was hacking like she had some type of communicable disease – scary. I was assessed and determined to be in labor – duh. I still find it funny that they had to tell me I was in labor. I KNEW I WAS IN LABOR.
Since I was going natural this time, I was able to walk the halls and do whatever I needed to get some pain relief. I was at 4-5cm dilated when I checked in, so I wanted to get the ball rolling – I was tired and I wanted to be DONE. Walking helped. When I needed relief, I sat on my birthing ball or “The Peanut” that they had at the hospital.
Brandy suggested that I get in the shower…so Barry and I suited up and I got in. It felt great…it also felt like I was being ripped apart at the seams. I could tell a huge difference in the surge of things while using water. I stayed in the shower until I was starting to get pruney and then I got out. That was one of the hardest parts…I couldn’t do much without having to stop to have a contraction. I’d hang around Barry’s neck and moan.
So, let me tell you something about how things went – at this point, I knew I was in transition. I hurt. I cried. I wanted to be done. I wanted drugs. I told Barry I would never do this again. I cried some more. It hurt like no other pain I’ve ever felt before…but that meant the end was near. I did some things I’m embarrassed about – I screamed…I said silly things…and I screamed. Ladies, I screamed BLOODY MURDER. I could not help myself…and I’m still a bit embarrassed at that. So, here’s what Barry said that came out of my mouth:
-I want to go home!
-I want my Mama! Mama!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Jesus, take this baby out NOW!
-I don’t know when I’m supposed to push…but I sorta feel like I need to poop (yep, I said that)
-I am NOT doing this again, honey.
The nurses and staff followed my birth plan 100%. I was so blessed. The nursing staff was STELLAR and I wanted to bring them home. I was 100% drug free and I even got to labor in my own clothes. I sat up in the bed to push. Brandy said the hospital acted more like a birthing center. Wonderful!!
During contractions at the end, I actually got enough relief to nap between them – something I’m still shocked about. I pushed for almost 2 hours…way longer than with Annie. In fact, this labor was longer in general than Annie’s. And I’ve been told that labor without your bag of waters is a lot harder to handle.
I remember the feeling of the “ring of fire.” I had heard about it…and they ain’t lying. Good night. It really felt like fire. And then Andrew was here. He was in my arms. I had pushed him out. I was in total shock. I couldn’t stop shaking. Everyone cheered me on…and I was still in shock, holding my baby, shaking like crazy. I felt myself birth the placenta and actually asked the doctor to look – she was doing something else. 😀
I hurt afterwards more than I expected…and for longer. But, the pain was easier to manage than contractions. I got to hold Andy for a long time before they took him away to clean him….in the room with me so that I could watch.
It was amazing. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It hurt like nothing else in this world – and occasionally I thought I was dying. But it was worth every. Single. Second.
I had told Barry that I would never do it this way again – next time I wanted drugs…but after a day or two of thinking, and now a month, I realize it was the best thing for me. Yes, the pain was hard…but the benefits of natural birth and the wide-eyed baby that came out, ready for anything, was worth all my discomfort.
We love you, Andrew James Myers – you were worth every minute.