I woke up the morning of Tuesday, November 8 to prepare the lunch that I was taking to the birth center staff in appreciation of my training experience there. I was in the bathroom at around 8am when I felt a small gush of fluid. I was not sure at first, but a couple of hours later it became very clear that my water had broken as fluid gushed out with each step I took. I went ahead and finished preparing lunch, both excited and nervous that the time was near. I had a non-stress test while I was at the birth center. Everything looked fine, but I was not having regular contractions yet. So I went home, got some castor oil on the way in case I needed it, and took a nap. My husband and I had already scheduled to have some belly photos taken Tuesday night, and since I was not contracting, that’s how we spent our evening. It was a nice way to start labor! Wednesday I woke up to the morning sun, surprised that I had slept through the night without labor starting. I called the midwife at 8am to check in. I was already on the schedule for a 10am return OB appointment, so she told me to keep it and come on in. The two proud grandmothers had arrived the night before and they accompanied me to my appointment, while my husband anxiously attended classes at school. When Maureen, who had also been my preceptor, checked me, she told me I was 5-6 cm. We were both very surprised since I had not really been contracting. I thought that maybe I would be one of those fortunate primips with a multip labor. Why in the world did I think that?? I went into the birth center that evening at around 8pm. I was 7-8 cm/80/-2. Then Maureen said that I had a big bulging bag of water. Shortly after that my water broke . . . again. Big gushes of fluid went flowing. Labor slowed down whenever I laid down, so I walked for a while. I eventually got into the tub and things were pretty intense, so much so that Maureen told my husband to go ahead and call the grandmothers at home to come to the birth center. I later got out of the tub because the water was too warm . . . then things slowed down. So to bed I went to rest with plans to stimulate things in the morning if needed. Thursday I again awoke to the morning sun . . . much to my disappointment. I was certain that I would be having a sunrise baby . . . complete with chirping birds and breakfast in bed!! I walked around again to get things going . . . which they did. Maureen checked me and I was still 7-8cm. So she sent me to eat breakfast with plans to start blue and black cohosh after that. So until around 2pm, I cohoshed, walked, rocked, bounced, and nipple stimmed myself to a resounding 7-8 cm!!! I wanted to cry . . . in fact I did. Things were pretty intense for a while. During one contraction, I looked up to see the famous Frontier photo of the baby in the saddlebag. The rooms had been redecorated since I was a student there, and seeing that picture gave me an inner strength that I will always appreciate. However, things once again slowed down. Maureen then kicked my husband and the nurse out of the room and we had a “heart-to-heart”. She asked me about fears, worries, abuse, etc. She even asked me if I was okay with being with her in labor. I told her there was nothing that I could think of. In fact, I had looked forward to being taken care of by the very midwives who had taught me to be one. I especially looked forward to Maureen’s back and foot rubs!! So she took my face in her hands, looked me in the eye, told me to forget that I was a midwife and that right now I was a mother in labor and that I could do this. She held me while I sobbed away my frustrations. She told me that I could go home and wait some more for things to pick up or go to the hospital for pitocin. I chose to go home after Sher, my other preceptor, came down and evaluated the situation also. Maureen told me to call her at 8pm to check-in. So back home we went . . . . I ate a late lunch and tucked myself into my own bed. At around 4pm, I woke up to pretty strong contractions about every 6-7 minutes. I walked around my room and this time I meant business (not that I did not before, but my “deadline” was soon approaching). I prayed, I squatted, I walked. I chanted phrases like “My cervix will open and my baby will come.” In between contractions I told them to “come on.” When they were starting I would say “stronger, stronger” until I had to begin moaning. I called Maureen at 8pm with contractions every 5-6 minutes. She told me to call her back when they were every 3 minutes and were that way for an hour. After that, I cried every time I had a contraction that was more than 3 minutes after the last one! At around 9:30 pm I decided it was time to go. We arrived at around 10:30pm, I was checked . . . 9cm/100%/+2. Finally!! I went to the shower and squatted and moaned through very intense contractions and pressure. I laid down for a little while and Maureen massaged my back and feet. The contractions did not slow down this time!! I could not believe that I had wanted to get to this point . . . . what I wanted was a break. By 1:30am I had made my way to the toilet and was pushing involuntarily. Maureen checked me again and I had an anterior lip. I could not believe that I had finally made it!! I heard Maureen say, “Let’s have a baby!!” The nurse and grandmothers were called to the room as baby made its decent. I can still hear the cheers of all those who surrounded me. I can still see myself looking at the photo of the baby in the saddlebag. I remember how intently I listened to every word that Maureen said as if I had never said those same words to other women. I remember touching the soft folds of my baby’s scalp as he inched closer to joining the world outside my womb. I remember the echoes of my own screams as the head crowned and I felt that “ring of fire” that I have told so many women about. All of those things got me through to the end . . . As soon as I felt the release of pressure of the head being born, I looked down. As soon as those shoulders were out, I reached down to welcome my baby. My husband and the grandmothers were already crying. As I held him up to bring him to me, we could see that he was all wrapped in his membranes. I sobbed and sobbed. I was so happy to see him and hear his cry!! I chose not to have an ultrasound during my pregnancy, so I spent a good deal of my pregnancy wondering if he would be “normal”. After he was dried off, I lifted him up and inspected every inch of his perfect little body. Everything was in its proper place!!! So at 2:14 am on Friday, Nov. 11, after a 45 minute 2nd stage, Kyle Joseph Janjay Harris was born (Janjay means “God’s gift” in my husband’s native Liberian dialect). I nursed, peed, ate, and settled in to sleep with my newly expanded family. I awoke 2 hours later and just stared at him, sobbing at various intervals while my exhausted husband snored beside us. We finally got up to eat breakfast and to prepare for discharge. Suddenly, my cell phone rang. My husband answered and to everyone’s great surprise, it was no other than Kitty Ernst, midwife pioneer, grandmother of the birth center movement, and founding faculty member of my midwifery program!!!!! She was calling to ask us to take pictures of our baby’s birth to put on the Banyan Tree. We informed her that the birth had already taken place, but reassured her that there were plenty of pictures! She was tickled. We also got a call from my college roommate, also student a midwife, who said that she was just thinking about me and decided to give us a call! Between delivering at the birth center where I had learned how to be a midwife, the photo on the wall of the Frontier baby in the saddlebag, and phone calls from Kitty Ernst (representing the history of nurse-midwifery) and my college roommate (representing the future of midwifery), my on again, off again labor was a full circle moment for me, and my baby is a Frontier baby in more ways than one!! I would not trade it for anything . . . . and I thank God for all of it. I could not have done it without the patience and confidence of Maureen, who, towards the end, had more faith in me than I had in myself. I also thank Kyle, who was very nice to his mama and kept my fluid clear, had a steady heart rate throughout, and left me with only a small tear that did not need stitches! The journey, as long as it was, was well worth the effort and I am very thankful that there were no major complications. I am also VERY happy that the journey to getting him here is over . . . . and that it ended at the birth center. |