Micah’s birth came around 17 months after Eliana was born. Because her birth didn’t go as I expected, I wanted to be more prepared this time. These are a few of the things I remember about Eliana’s birth that made me want a different and better experience this time around.
- Because I couldn’t feel to push, I had no control of that final part of birth. In addition, when they got me out of bed to transition me to the next room, I couldn’t feel my legs to walk. That feeling scared me like nothing else. When the epidural finally wore off several hours later, the pain was so great. It wasn’t gradual. I went from feeling nothing to incredible pain rather quickly. I took more pain meds with her birth than I should have, much of it based on how she was born.
- I was cut twice. I wasn’t told it was happening, the doctor just did it.
- The labor nurses, while kind, weren’t overly supportive with helping me get through it. They offered no tips or anything when it got hard.
So when it came time to give birth the second time, I wanted to be more in control. I didn’t make a birth plan or anything like that, but I knew I didn’t want an epidural and at least I knew how intense it really would be.
The details of Micah’s birth are the most vague to me for some reason. As I was writing it out, I realized that I didn’t remember as much as I did with the others.
I can’t remember exactly when my contractions started, sometime in the early evening hours. My mom wasn’t available to come to the house for some reason, so my youngest brother, who happened to be home from college, came to stay with Eliana (she was sleeping anyway) until my mom got there. I remember walking around my living room, breathing through the initial contractions, feeling bad he had to see a little bit of it.
I also can’t remember what time we got to the hospital or even how long we were there before I was checked for the first time. In my mind, it wasn’t that long. There was a midwife on duty for this birth, which really made a big difference in my overall experience.
My labor this time was so different. I remember sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, leaning forward into Jason, and he would rub my lower back (oh the back labor), and I would breathe into him. The contractions were strong and intense the entire time. But then, I had at least 3 or 4 minutes in between. So it wasn’t that bad.
When the midwife checked me after being there for maybe two or three hours, I was already in transition. What? My last memory of transition was contraction after contraction and barely being able to breathe. So this feeling was so much different. My water hadn’t yet broken which was probably part of it, but even still. I remember when it was time to push, I was thinking, “I can totally to this. This is nothing like last time.”
But then, I had to push. And that, I was not prepared for because last time, I didn’t feel any of it. Holy moly. (I’m sure some other choice words might have escaped my lips). They kept telling me to put my bottom down, and of course, I didn’t want to because dang…it hurt. My water broke during one push and it was pretty messy because the midwife jumped back a bit as she got splashed. But she guided me through breathing and bearing down and after only about 20 minutes, Micah Jamison was born.
The bad part about writing birth stories 8 years after your child was born was that the memories are foggy. I can’t remember if I held him right away. I think I did, but I’m not totally sure.
The entire experience felt smooth and peaceful in general. The midwife was calm the entire time. The atmosphere was only a bit elevated when I was actually pushing.
I tore a little bit where they had cut me the first pregnancy. I was shaking really bad from adrenaline and she had to tell me to keep myself still so she could stitch. But I couldn’t control it so they gave me a blanket to try to get the shaking to stop.
I remember asking the nurse if my reactions during pushing were like other women who have drug-free births. She laughed and said yes. Because let’s face it, there was probably some loud noises coming from my body.
It was after 2am when he was born. The room was so quiet as they were finishing up everything and I was just holding Micah. When they left the room, Jason and I fell asleep rather quickly. I think they purposely just left us sleep because we didn’t move to another room until about 5am.
The recovery was so much easier. And faster for sure. He was the best birthday present ever. Born the day before I turned 30.
And while he was five days past his due date, he was of course, worth all the waiting.
What I learned after Micah’s birth that made me more of an advocate for natural birth was that our bodies as women were made to do this. I really think as I look back over all my birth experiences that God blessed me with a super easy labor with him. Not long, and not painful at all. I also learned that my husband is the best birth coach ever. He was incredibly supportive with me wanting to have a more natural birth experience and he only got better with each birth.
You can read my third birth story tomorrow.
What have you learned from your birth experiences?