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Esther's Birth October 10, 1997 |
Esther is my fourth child. Her birth was my first natural birth. It took place at home with her daddy, my husband, catching. My first was born in the Navy hospital in a very outdated setting. I labored in one room, delivered in another, and recovered in a third. Even though it was a normal (for a medical setting) birth, I only got to give my baby a quick hug before they whisked her off to the nursery and it was a couple of hours before I got to hold an nurse her. It was a generally irritating experience. My second and third children were born in a more friendly hospital setting with one room for LDR. I was able to hold and nurse them immediately after birth. All of three of these births were induced/augmented with pitocin: 1 ~ because my water broke and labor didn't progress fast enough for the doctors (I know better now); 2 ~ because the resident convinced me to plan an induction (I know better now); and 3 ~ I discovered after the fact that pitocin had been added to my IV without my knowledge or consent. I was ticked, to say the least! I used nubain for the pain with all three births.
During this time, I began meeting women who delivered their babies at home. At first I thought the idea was crazy and dangerous. Just before I became pregnant with Esther, I read
I found out I was pregnant, just before Valentine's Day, 1997 and estimated my due date to be October 6. By then, I was comfortable considering homebirth as an option. Rich agreed. I felt God leading us to an unassisted homebirth ~ no midwife attending ~ but Rich wanted a midwife. At the time of my pregnancy, there was only one midwife who did home deliveries in my area and one other who would come in to the area to do a delivery if necessary. For various reasons, both of these women were unacceptable. We kept looking and found a local woman whose ministry it is to teach fathers and prepare families for daddy-delivery births. Rich was comfortable with her. We met with her a couple of times during the pregnancy for instruction, limited check-ups, and fellowship. She was to attend the birth as an assistant to Rich, offering advice where needed and sit with Mina who wanted to see the birth. As I said, I didn't believe God wanted anyone else present for the birth, but I agreed to this option in submission to Rich. I knew God would work out the details.
During the pregnancy, I did my own prenatal care along with a friend who was pregnant at the same time. We did the basics: blood pressure, urine analysis, and fundal height, trusting the rest to God. I did not want any internal exams, bloodwork, or ultrasound, so there really was nothing more a medical professional could do for me than I was doing for myself. I watched my diet and ate a lot of whole grains including whole wheat breads and brown rice.
Rich and I continued to read and research birth in general and homebirth in particular. We discovered that for a healthy mother expecting a healthy baby the outcome is generally better for homebirths than hospital births. The interventions that are common in hospitals, even in "normal" births, can create complications that just don't occur at home. Rich was surprised by this information. I was not. I figured if God designed it to work, it would work barring any unforeseen circumstances. Sadly, in hospital births, they tend to create unforseen circumstances.
As September wound down, I began to prepare for the birth, gathering my supplies and such. At the same time, Rich realized he would need to look for a new job. For a while, it looked like we might have to pack up and move any time, or at the very least, Rich would have to be out of town for interviews. I was not terribly pleased with the prospect of moving or Rich being gone during the labor and delivery. With things getting tense and uncertain, I decided to take some herbs to help bring labor on. The week of the 6th, I felt confident that the baby was ready and begain taking a combination of blue and black cohosh a couple of times a day.
On Friday, October 10, I awoke in the wee hours of the morning with contractions. They were strong, but not painful, and about 15 minutes apart. I was unable to sleep, so I soaked in the tub and quietly sang praise songs. By daylight the contractions were getting stronger and closer together. We called our friends for prayers and our assistant to let her know that I was in labor. Shortly, my family was awake. Jonah, my second child, woke up with an upset stomach. My husband tried to keep it from me, knowing it would upset me, but I heard Mina talking about it. Rich was right. Children vomiting is one thing I have trouble dealing with, so when I heard that Jonah wasn't feeling well, I stressed a bit. The stress interfered with the labor. The contractions practically stopped. They were few and far between, quite irregular, and not very strong.
Now I had lost track of time. While Rich went to check on Jonah, I had a very intense contraction and called for Marcie. She was great! I tried the birthing chair, but that didn't work. I had Marcie support me in a squat for contractions. That worked great. I ended up sitting, leaning against her between contractions. She'd help me in to a squat for each contraction. I was still very much in control and in charge between contractions telling Marcie and Rich what I wanted and what was going on. I think Marcie believed she was in for a long night.
The baby was not interested in the breast. The cord had stopped pulsing, so Rich cut the cord. He held our little girl (who did not yet have a name) and walked around the room. He was astonished at how alert she was and commented when she looked right into his eyes. The placenta delivered in a minute or two. Marcie dressed the baby, Rich cleaned up, and I showered. Then I climbed into bed with the baby where she nursed very well. Marcie took some video and went home. Rich called our parents and friends. Then he went back out to take care of Jonah while the baby and I went to sleep.
When the Lord sees fit to bless us with another child, I will definitely choose another natural homebirth. Whether or not I would choose to go unassisted again, I don't know. I'll follow the leading of the Lord, but I know He wanted that for Esther's birth and I'm glad I listened. I couldn't have asked for a better birth.
Born in Zion by Carol Balizet. The book teaches that we should trust God for the birth process which He designed. That really started me thinking.
This birth was by far the most comfortable and pleasant of the four. Honestly, I didn't miss the pain medication. I found the freedom to move around and choose my own labor positions kept things comfortable enough that I didn't feel the need for pain relief. And nothing compares to nursing my little one to sleep in my arms in my own bed without anyone to wake us up and poke and prod us, separate us and insist she sleep in an isolette. The first hands that touched her were her father's hands, not a stranger's. There was a complete peace about the whole thing.
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