You’re journey as a woman sometimes requires physical pain. Pain through childbirth can be intimidating regardless if you are having your first baby or your fifth. The experience is similar and different with every baby you have. It is raw and natural, exhausting and thrilling, excruciating and the most fulfilling thing I’ve ever accomplished in life. Every time you feel reborn in a new way. “Being pregnant and giving birth are like crossing a narrow bridge. People can accompany you to the bridge. They can greet you on the other side. But you walk that bridge alone.” African Proverb
On Sunday October 5th around 7:45 as the sun set on a beautiful chilly day, my wide eyed girl was born. My labor was three hours and 15 min which was only 15 min longer than my labor with Ethan which felt incredibly fast. But my baby girls labor felt very different than the first. I prayed that her birth would be unique and her own. Ethan’s birth story was crazy and miraculous. I didn’t want my daughters entrance into the world to be outshine by her brother. Ethan’s labor and birth was so fast I never actually believed it was happening until I felt his head moments before he wooshed out into Dustin’s arms on the bathroom floor nearly two years ago. We were completely caught off guard, unprepared, and blissed out at the sight of our incredible son. The midwife didn’t make it in time for Ethan’s birth. So this time I was convinced I would be on top of it and make sure I knew when it was go time. My midwife was also determined she would not miss catching this baby. Dustin was very obliged to let her to the baby catching this time.
But there I was, at the end of my second pregnancy in labor, on the phone with my midwife, still not convinced this was go time. I had been having mild irregular contractions all day but around 4:30-5 they finally started to organize. By 5:30 they were starting to feel more “real”. My midwife told me she was coming over and that I should go on a brisk walk to get my contractions going. I asked her what she thought as if still not convinced this was it and she said to me “well Christy, I think you are going to have a baby” I told her the contractions just weren’t that painful yet and I wasn’t yet convinced. She replied with “see the problem is if we wait until their painful, it will be to late”. When she arrived she checked me and said I was at 4 cm but my cervix was melt away to 7 cm. That was at 6:15. We went for a 20 min walk, got in the tub for a bit, paced the kitchen, and suddenly I was forced to my knees with pain. I remember being in so much pain making laps in my kitchen and stopping to look at my midwife to say “Nancy, I’m just so happy you’re here”.
I decided it was time to meet my baby girl so I asked if I could get on the birthing stool. Nancy said “Whatever you want but it will make things more intense”. As soon as I got on and had one contraction I told her I wanted to get off, it was so painful. Nancy looked at me and said “no, you can do this”. I started to push and my water broke and literally the next two contractions she was born, my little 6lbs 1 oz peanut. Exactly the same weight as Ethan. I remember my sister Abbey saying “She’s almost here Christy, I can see her head”.
I quickly delivered the after birth and melted back into Dustin who helped me lie down with my baby girl. I cannot explain the empowerment you feel after giving birth. That exhaustion, pain, adrenaline, satisfaction, contentment, and pure bliss that is like nothing I’ve experienced before. Woman are truly incredible beings. They have the ability to grow, birth, and nourish a human using only their bodies. Every baby and every woman has their own unique birth experience and I am thankful for the journey. There were many things about my labor that were very similar to my labor with Ethan but also many things that were very different. I am so thankful for my body and how God created it to work.
I never set out to have a home birth the first time around but the more I searched for the environment and person I wanted to bring my baby earth side the more all the arrows led me home. I love never having to decide when to go to the hospital. Its only a matter of when should we call the midwife. Which for me seems to be 5 min ago.
That bridge really is narrow and in the middle of labor it seems daunting and scary, but always rewarding. I may have to cross that narrow bridge down the road again. But for now I am thankful to be on the other side with the pain behind me.