At this point, I was entering into Transition. The “not so fun” phase.
I will just throw out pieces of what I remember. Some of it may be a little out of order, but I’ll do my best.
-I chose to labor in black gym shorts & a black tank top. (Right after the baby is born, the midwife immediately places the baby on my chest. Figured black would be the easiest to clean later.)
-every time a contraction came, I just kept thinking to myself, “open… everything open so Ivy can freely pass”. And the Scriptures that kept coming to mind were: “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” and “when I am weak, then I am strong”. Christ would give me the strength to do this. He will make a way.
-when the Transition Phase seemed to go on too long, the midwife did an internal exam to see if I was fully dilated– yep, I was!
-the midwife (accidentally? purposefully?) ruptured the sac and there was a HUGE gush of fluid. I remember everyone going “whoa, that’s a lot of fluid!” I asked if that was ok and was assured it was fine. I was confused because I SWEAR my sac ruptured earlier. It was explained to me that there are apparently (2) layers to the sac and what burst earlier in the day was the outer sac. My midwife obviously got the main sac.
-when she ruptured the sac, the contractions got crazy intense!
-I knew it was time to push. I was fully dilated and Ivy’s head was only (2) knuckles length away from coming out.
-Crazy thing is, I never got the desire to push/bear down. The midwife and her assistant tried getting me into *so* many positions– but nothing felt right/good. All I was doing for a good chunk of time was simply riding out the contractions. This happened to me one other time, with my second birth (Master War Bird). I was fully dilated but had no desire to push. I was SO tired I just gave up. My son’s head was so close to coming out that they couldn’t/wouldn’t do a c-section. They ended up using a suction cup thing to pull him out. He had a nice banana-shaped head. *wink* Part of my exhaustion with that birth was due to the hospital not letting me eat or drink for hours on end. But with Ivy’s birth (as with all my home births) I was freely allowed and encouraged to eat and drink. So I had the stamina to push– just didn’t have the desire to.
-Fiiiiiiinally we found a good birthing position. My hubby sat on the footrest and I sat on a birthing stool in front of him, between his legs. From there, hubby could easily hold me. The midwife sat Indian-style in front of me. I put my feet on her knees, wrapped my arms around her neck, and when a contraction came I was to pull her head toward me and push, moan, groan, etc with all my might. Let’s just say I made a lot of noise and I felt bad later for my midwife’s poor ear drums.
The stool looked kinda like this.
-the whole time I was pushing, I just kept thinking “only 2 knuckles… only 2 knuckles… I can do this…”
-pushing was SO HARD. Neither did I have the desire to push, but I also didn’t have the ab strength to appropriately push her out. This pregnancy I struggled with diastasis recti:
-I found out afterward that having D.R. can make pushing very difficult because the ab and pelvic floor muscles used to push correctly are very weak. That explains a TON because pushing was BY FAR the hardest most unpleasant part of my whole birth experience. Even thinking back on it makes me cringe.
-I remember crying out, “this hurts so bad” and the midwife responding, “honey, the only way to make the pain stop is to get this baby out. So PUSH.”
-2 knuckles… 2 knuckles…
-the midwife used lubrication jelly on her hand to gently massage and stretch the opening so the baby’s head could more easily pass
-FINALLY, with one more giant push, Ivy’s head came out. One more push, and her shoulders and the rest of her body came out.
-Ivy was caught by the midwife, lightly wrapped in a receiving blanket, and placed in my lap & arms
-for some reason, my body was shivering and shaking
-I hate to admit this, but birth was SO HARD that when Ivy was born, I did not have that giant wash of connection/mommy high. All I was thinking was, “it’s OVER! It’s finally OVER!” I mean, I held her and loved on her. But I felt disconnected at first.
-we waited until the cord stopped pulsating, the midwife’s assistant clamped it off and hubby cut the cord. Soon after that, the placenta was birthed.
-the midwife inspected the cord and placenta. She gave hubby and I and my mom a bit of education about it all. Man… it’s a nasty looking organ… but it’s absolutely fascinating what it did for Ivy and I and how it worked. Everything looked great!
-I got wrapped up in blue absorbancy pads and I slowly walked upstairs to take an herbal bath with Ivy. (Not sure who had the baby at this point.) The herbs help heal the perineum area and dry up the baby’s cord.
-my mom went upstairs to help me with the bath. I think everyone else was downstairs cleaning up the birth mess.
-my mom and I noticed I was bleeding quite a bit in the tub. I hurried up and nursed Ivy one side while in the tub. After nursing, my mom got her out of the tub, wrapped her in a towel and took her downstairs to be weighed and measured by the midwife. My mom came back upstairs and helped me out of the tub.
-I went back downstairs and sat on the couch for a while. Nursed Ivy on the other side. So many cramps. Ouch.
-I still had a lot of discomfort “down there” and I could literally feel gushes of blood. The midwife super wrapped me up good and helped me waddle to the bathroom. Once seated on the toilet, she pushed on tummy and palpitated my uterus. There was a LOT of blood… and clots… it kinda freaked me out. Thankfully I was not getting lightheaded or dizzy or anything. I remember bleeding a lot with my last baby (Miss Pebbles) and had to be given a suppository medication of some sort. Thankfully with all the palpitations between her and hubby every time I went to the bathroom, the clots and heavy bleeding leveled off. And thankfully I didn’t need any medication to stop the bleeding.
-I also began drinking liquid chlorophyll right away. Two bottles down over the weekend! Not exactly sure how it works, but it helps a LOT with bleeding and getting that managed. Nature’s Sunshine is my favorite brand. And it tastes good! Like liquid mint gum.
-so we got the bleeding regulated and the living room/birth mess got all cleaned up. At this time, it was probably 2a-ish? The midwife left. My mom was tired too so she retired upstairs to sleep. Hubby and I were too wound up to sleep so we watched a little tv before heading off to bed ourselves.
Well.. that’s about it concerning Ivy’s birth story. I suppose if I forgot anything, I will add it later. Probably should pick my hubby & mom’s brains for more details. Like I said, things got a little hazy for me. They’d remember more.
So glad our little lady is here and is now a part of the family. She is seriously the sweetest little thing. ❤❤❤❤ A true blessing from God. Fearfully and wonderfully made for sure!
Oh, and after a few nursings, bonding DEF took place between Ivy and I. 😍😍😍
Hmmm… and I suppose I should come up with a nickname for her like I did the other kids… I like “Miss Little Lamb”.