Many of you may not know the way that my son came into this world. It isn’t a tragic story or one that requires an abundance of “awes” but it is “my” story, actually it is “our” story. October 29th 2013 was my due date, the day that my son was supposed to make his presence known, but we obviously both had a different agenda (I was ready for him to be out).
Pregnancy is an amazing thing. One of the many wonders of the human body I believe, and I realized it was going to completely change me. Throughout my pregnancy, my goal was to do things as natural as possible. I prepared my mind and body as much as one can possibly prepare for a natural approach. Originally wanting to give birth at home, I later decided against it. (Something I will reconsider in the future for more children if I am blessed with that gift again). My choice to change where I gave birth was a personal choice that was mainly governed by fear. I opted to use a midwife as oppose to the traditional obgyn to fulfill my desire of all things natural. My midwife was amazing but I was still a tad bit anxious about the idea simply because I had never been pregnant before nor given birth before and a hospital just seemed like the place I needed to be. As sad as I was about it I also realized that I could still continue with my plan of having a natural birth in the hospital.
When the first pain hit me I looked at the digital clock that was across the room in front of our bedroom tv, and it read 2:30am. At first, I wasn’t sure what I was feeling was actually a contraction, but I clued in very soon considering my mucus plug had fallen out a few days earlier. It couldn’t be anything else right?! After a half hour on restless anxious sleep I decided to call my midwife. By 4am she had shown up to the house, quiet but excited. She had checked me on the floor in my living room. “ let your legs just fall and relax” she said. I was ONLY 1-2 cm dilated, and truthfully a part of my spirit was sad and at that moment I knew it was going to be a long battle but totally worth it at the end.
My contractions were all over the place painful to a degree, but my mind was made up that I was doing this naturally and I was going to do everything in my power to accomplish my goal… pain or not. I popped in a Buddhist cd I purchased on one of my many European travels during one season, sitting on my purple exercise ball hunched over my dining room table swaying back and forth while piecing together the pieces of my autumn scene puzzle of 1000 pieces between contractions. When that became uncomfortable I alternated from the ball to the tub for some hydrotherapy. It was just after 6pm when my midwife came back to the house for the 3rd time of the day to see the progress I had made. My contractions had become more consistent by this time, coming every 3-4 minutes. She had checked me and I was 6cm dilated, it was time to make a move to the hospital, I was seeing the light!
I have heard stories about the car ride to the hospital and from what I gathered it was the worst part of the whole labour process, but for me the drive over was the BEST part. My contractions weren’t as ravaging and it was just peaceful. I arrived at the hospital sometime between 7-8pm prepared and ready, but my son had a different agenda, my contractions had changed. After breaking my water to try and jumpstart labour, the contractions decided to cooperate but something was different. 24 hours into it and my water being broken I had somehow managed to regress in dilation. My midwife decided that it be best we consult with the on call obgyn. Sure enough something was different, my baby had somehow managed to get himself stuck. He was resting on my freshly torn hip nerve from a track injury right before I became pregnant. My cervix had swollen and regressed down to 4cm, I had two options; 1. Pitocin and an epidural, then wait 2 hours to see if things would change or 2. A cesarean section. Without second thought I opted for the c-section and before I knew it, my bed was being wheeled down to the operating room where I was given a spinal. Minutes into my 26th hour of labour my son, Kaedence Aurelyano Warner, was born on Friday October 18th 2014 at 4:16am.
I may have lost the battle to do a natural birth like I so desperately planned for, but in the end I won with the blessing of a healthy baby boy.