Jack's Birth Story Part II

My mom and the kids visited for awhile

In the interest of brevity, I will sum up the beginning of my birth story with this: We moved to Florida, insurance was an issue and I couldn't find a midwife that I liked.  Every single midwife I met followed an obstetrics model and wanted to induce me at 41 weeks exactly and NOT A DAY LATER!  Well, guess what folks, I always go a day later... or SEVEN.   So, I said a prayer to St. Gianna, one of my favorite saints, and asked her to intercede for me and help me to find a good, trusted woman to help me deliver this baby.  And you know what?  That very day I found Judith.  Judith is amazing.  Judith was sweet and gentle, she listened and addressed every concern of mine.  She has ten kids of her own, all whom she delivered naturally.  Judith loves God, birth, babies and is a CNM.  Perfect!  Only Judith didn't take my insurance.  And the only person that did was a man I shall call Dr. P.  Dr. P is CRAZY! There is really no other way to describe the man.  He gets a little nervous if he finds himself delivering a baby over 7lbs!!!  No joke!  After my third visit, Dr. P had me convinced that Jack was going to be the size of a toddler and I was going to kill him (and possibly me) if I didn't go in for a C-section at 39 weeks.  We went argued back and forth for a couple weeks and finally reached a comprimise, scheduling an induction at 40 weeks.  It wasn't ideal, but I figured I was going to be induced anyway, so why fight it?

By this point I had definitely settled on an epidural.  I was already so tired of fighting and I think I had given up on feeling like I could do it.  Also, truth be told, as a doula I've always kind of wanted to know what an epidural is like.  We scheduled the birth, my mom bought her ticket and plans were made.  It was also around this time that my blood pressure started creeping.  It's amazing, especially in retrospect, how a calm and trusted caregiver can do so much for a woman, physically and emotionally.  It's also amazing to me, looking back, how the opposite type of caregiver can have such deletirious effects on a woman as well.  After both the birth of Kate and Luke I never struggled with post- partum issues and I think it was in part, because I had such excellent emotional care with my midwife throughout the entire pregnancy.  In start contrast, Jack's pregnancy was filled with much anxiety and uncertainty and it has been the only one where I have struggled with some (mild) post-partum issues... perhaps more on this in another post?

A few days before I was scheduled to go in for an induction, Judith called me said that we could work something out and she would attend Jack's birth.  So, I fired Dr. P on the spot.  My blood pressure actually went down!  Amazing!  Since I was already on the schedule and my mom was in town, we decided to go ahead with the induction at 40 weeks.  I went into the hospital at 7pm, on December 9th, they checked my cervix.  It wasn't quite a 2, so they put me on cervidil over night.  They next morning, they came in to check me and my cervix had not really changed, but we decided to try pit anyway.  After a full day of contractions on pit, nothing had really changed.  Jack was just not ready.  Judith suggested we go home, rest and come back in a week.  Mark and I were exhausted and thought this was a good idea.

Kate was really pretty amazing.  The contractions weren't so rough, but I still had to breath through them.    Each time, she would put her hand on my shoulder,  tell me to relax and stroke my hair.  She's a natural little doula!

Part III (the part where he is actually born) coming soon!