Per-usual, the birth story to celebrate Wyatt
Some details are fuzzy. They get fuzzier as the years (TWO OF THEM) go by.
My pregnancy was rough with Wyatt. Rough rough rough. So rough that I moaned to Phil there will be a time when I say to you lets get pregnant, and that's when you remind me of this: the month of pre-labor that sent Paige packing to her Grandparents, pain at 4am thinking this is it! Totally! A trip to the hospital to check my water level, and pain. Nerve pain that had me on the floor if I moved too fast off the bed, or up the stairs, and well...it wasn't very pleasant. I wanted Wyatt out.
The night I went into labor a pipe burst in our basement. I was in the craft store waddling around with Paige and when we got home Phil was like there's shit everywhere. Literally, the basement was filled with it and we had to have someone come and they were there until very late fixing our stinky problem. We ordered pizza and I ate 3-4 slices and thought wow hungry momma. Pizza fuel for giving birth! I went to bed and was crampy but nothing unusual to me, since I had been crampy for weeks now.
In the morning after breakfast I was bending over Paige's wooden treehouse toy when my water broke. At this point in the game I knew it was my water, and woke Phil up. Called my parents (who were coming to spend the day with Paige) and called my midwife who said she was going to come since she had a hunch I would labor sort of fast. It was 8am? 9am? I showered and put on my paisley print nightgown because I'm all free-spirited but did not want to walk around naked in labor. I wanted to look cute damnit.
My parents brought over iced coffee and donuts and I ate in between contractions. It was totally managable. I was able to talk (eat) and when the midwife came she told me she was goign to the park to meet her brother while I labored. I think she told me to walk up and down the stairs but that might be my imagination. I probably did it once.
Things are blurry from here. I remember the contractions coming stronger, faster. I was moaning a lot and moving from several of my labor positions I stick with: on my knees over the birth ball, or hanging over the bed. I spent a lot of this labor on my knees in fact, and I remember my arms hurt and got shakey. When the going-got-tough I labored in the shower with my huge yoga ball; the best part of the house in Weehawken was the open two stall shower...that could fit a 9+ months pregnant lady and her huge birth ball. I remember the pain coming too fast and all of the sudden I had to get out of the shower so I screamed fuck this and moved into the bedroom. I remember the birthing stool but I had no desire for it, and I remember at this point moaning I was done, I couldn't do it. Hello transition! My midwife checked and I was 10 centimeters and I started to push, funny enough on my side just like I would in the hospital. Wyatt was born at 6pm(ish) and he was a redheaded squalling 10lb baby. No tearing, no stiches, no thing! Hello homebirth!
I loved my homebirth. It was painful yes but nothing beats snuggling up with your just-born on fresh sheets in your OWN room with your family and husband in the same house ready with meals and support and love. And I can't tell you how much I appreciated their help with Paige during my birth - she was playing outside while I was laboring upstairs. I also think my midwife's awesome care helped me to have an easy postpartum period with again not a thing wrong! Nothing! In fact Wyatt was born on the 20th and on July 4th we had a huge bash that I had been planning for weeks beforehand.
I can not believe Wyatt's turning 2 tomorrow. He's growing up so fast! He went from being this bubbling little cheerful man to a fence climbing devil who gives thousands of kisses a day. I love being a momma.
I love my sweet little Huck Finn.