Celebrating Auggie's birthday today, I cannot believe he's three!! I have spent the last many months working on a drawing of a photograph captured by my doula the moment he was born, and reminiscing on his birth. My memories of the whole experience are so vivid to me. Here's a glimpse into what my 2-hour labor home birth felt like:
6pm - Watching Cars and eating English muffin pizza’s with Lucy (my oldest, who was almost 4 at the time) and Greg. Having really strong Braxton Hicks and not wanting Lucy to crawl on/cuddle me during the movie.
8:30pm - Getting a killer massage from Greg after he put Lucy to bed.
9:30pm - Having a super weird sensation in my abdomen and heading up to bed.
10pm - Lying down, contractions getting stronger. Realizing this is it.
Calling Greg on my cell phone (he was downstairs playing poker on the internet) telling him he needs to call the midwife. Greg comes up, asks me if I’m sure it’s labor, and I agree to wait for a few more contractions to confirm it’s the real deal. Contraction hits. “CALL STEPH” (our midwife).
Flurry of Greg getting the pool ready downstairs, coming up to check on me, and making calls, while I labor on the toilet and then on the glider in the nursery. Oh my glory, these contractions are stronger than any contraction I ever had with Lucy. Doula arrives; I am so grateful for her presence. Water breaks while on the glider. Time to head downstairs.
Practically running down the stairs to try to make it to the couch before another contraction hits, and barely making it. It is so dark and peaceful. The birth team quietly arriving, and I need to hold hands. Holding Karen’s hand. Then my mom’s. I remember a contraction that I could barely stay on top of, it almost swept me away, and afterwards my mom commenting that she didn’t even realize I was having a one. My doula sitting on the couch-turned-bed (futon) with me, and the gentleness of her knee touching my thigh literally making my contraction less painful.
Starting to feel lots of pressure. Birth team suggests I head to the pool but I don’t want to move. Asking if it will hurt less in the pool, Karen laughs and mentions something about an “aqua-dural.” Sitting up and have to hold my tush off the bed with my arms during a contraction because I am practically sitting on this boy’s head. Steph is here, her presence unannounced. I say “hi” on my way to the pool.
Stepping into the pool, instant relief. Greg getting in behind me. Trying not to push because I hate the sensation of baby moving down. My body does it anyway, and slightly panicked, I announce, “I’m pushing!” to which my midwife calmly answers, “okay, great!” My sister arrives and I barely register she’s here because I am in such a zone.
Feeling the burning ring of fire and realizing he’s almost out, and thinking “how could this be happening already!” Greg reaching down, instructed by the midwife, and guides his head out as I feel a tremendous release. Baby’s head is out. Midwife tells me I need to push him all the way out. More pushing and instinctively saying, “Where’s my Auggie? Where’s my Auggie?” as I reach down to pull his tiny, slippery little body up out of the water.
12:03am - Taking a moment to hold my baby close as I catch my breath after that whirlwind of a labor. Then holding him out so I can get a look of his face, and thinking that he looks familiar. Like I already know him.