For those of you who didn’t know, Coby and I decided to have our son with a midwife. We wanted a natural birth without the help of painkillers or any drugs that would induce labor. We chose to have God’s birth plan rather than a hospital’s birth plan. Our choice for this style of birth was accepted by some of the family and friends and understandably misunderstood by some due to the lack of knowledge concerning an out of hospital delivery.
It all started on Saturday May 30th around 7 pm. Coby and I went to the Saturday evening church service to be able to go to my brother’s birthday party on Sunday morning. We were there for about fifteen minutes when I thought my water was beginning to break. I let Coby know that we should be leaving, that things were beginning to happen. We awkwardly left church during the middle of praise and worship with everyone watching us. I made a phone call to our midwife and explained what was going on and she felt that we should come by for a check-up. She confirmed what I was thinking as soon as she saw me get out of the truck soaked, my water had broken.
She said that we had a waiting game now and that we could be expecting a baby anywhere from 24 hours to 6 days. She sent us home with orders to rest and relax until I felt that I needed assistance with any contractions. Thinking we had an extremely long night ahead of us (most first births average 20-30 hours) we came home. I tried to go lay down but I had contractions soon after getting home and found that when I was laying down they began to hurt worse. So, I got up and dealt with them on my own until they became about four minutes apart and I told Coby to call the midwife and update her on my quick progress.
Coby and I were both kind of confused because it seemed to progress so fast. He made me call her at 11:30 p.m. and she said that we needed to come on in. Coby drove while I laid in the car in pain. The drive was 15 minutes but it seemed like an hour. Once there we called our moms, still thinking we had at least 20 hours to go. My first internal check to see progression was at 1:30 a.m. and I was 3-1/2 centimeters dilated.
The contractions really started to ramp up and Molly (our midwife) said that I could get into the tub for the rest of the labor. With no medication, I went through the contractions, hoping that this would not go on all night long. Around 3 a.m. I told Molly that during contractions I was pushing without trying. My body was just doing it and felt as if I had to go to the restroom badly. Hearing this, Molly checked progression one more time and with a surprised look asked everyone if we were ready for a baby.
In an hour and a half I had gone from 3-1/2 centimeters to 10 centimeters, ready to begin pushing. Amazingly at 4:03 a.m. I gave birth to Brenham into Coby’s hands as he caught Brenham and was the first person to touch him.
Not once through the 8 hours did I second guess myself, say “I can’t do this” or wish I had drugs. The way I describe it is I stayed in my own world. Everyone was amazed that I never screamed or yelled. But I’m amazed that people do. It seemed like it would take so much energy to act like that. It was more about being mentally strong than physical. I’m not saying it didn’t hurt, but with prayer, faith, the guidance of an amazing midwife and my husband at my side, I was able to do it!