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Oh my, I am so in love! Wren was born on August 29th at 1:50 pm weighing 7 lbs 6 oz., 19.5 inches long. Now she is a week old and what an amazing journey it has been! I feel like I'm high-not to say I haven't had a few meltdowns-but this has been the most exhilarating time of my life.
I had a total drug free birth experience and I feel so blessed and so proud of myself. Of course, I couldn't get the epidural, but there was one point, when I was around 5-6 cm dilated, when my doc said we could try to find an anethesiologist who would be willing and I declined. They also offered some of the other drugs, but I figured I had made it that far, it would have just been silly.
Okay, so I started having contractions on Saturday evening around 7ish. We are 45 minutes to an hour away from the hospital, so DH was really on me to keep a close eye on them. When they were about 10-11 minutes apart, I spoke with my OB and she advised that I wait an hour and see. Well they started to get closer together and then the cramping began...which was different from BH contractions. The three of us (my mom, DH, and I) hopped in the car!
When we got there, they took me to a room immediately and started monitoring Wren and the contractions periodically (I am being a little too detailed here, eh?). They still weren't saying they were admitting me, but I knew it was the real deal when DH and I were doing laps around the l & d floor and every time I came around this particular corner, a painful contraction would sort of stop me in my tracks. Yay, she was finally on her way!
From there, I was able to progress naturally. My nurse would check my cervix from time to time and then I would go in laboring. I kept very active, despite feeling at times like I just wanted to crawl into the bed and die! I showered, having DH use the shower head on me-was probably in there for over an hour with him just spraying me down and me moaning...he told me yesterday that I reminded him of a wounded animal at this point. I used the birthing ball for a LONG time, and for most of it, DH and I would walk around the room, I'd stop to have a contraction and put my arms around his neck while my mom would come behind and press firmly into my lower back. I was totally on a different plane-I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing during every contraction. I also had DH and my mom to remind me not to tense up, which was incredibly difficult but looking back I think it also helped to make the whole thing easier. Anyway, that's pretty much how it went until I dilated to about 9 centimeters and was having those "push" contractions that brought things to a whole new level....I could no longer just breathe, these primordial moans began coming out, the pressure was so intense it took my breath away, and I knew it was time. My OB came in, had to break my water-it still hadn't and while I had asked that they not break it for me-I was really ready to get the show on the road. Anyway, once it broke, the pushing began immediately. I remember my OB saying "okay, now the real work begins." Eiieeeeeee....that was 14 hours into it.
I ended up pushing for two hours. It was very hard, I kept expressing that I wasn't doing it right, but my nurse, DH, my mom, and my dr. continued to cheer me on and give me hope along the way. Once a contraction hit, my mom would grab one leg, DH would grab the other, and I'd push like hell. I remember my mom kept saying "you are strong, you can do this, keep going." It was very helpful. They brought in a mirror at one point so I could see the top of her head and then suddenly things moved quickly. Getting her out in that moment was horrible pain that I felt on every level, but it was quick (as you know) and then she was here! What an amazing high! The pain was no longer there-not that I've forgotten what it was like-but the endorphins took over and suddenly, my little peanut made her entrance and the joy rushed in like a tidal wave.