Here’s Deanna’s birth story and her adorable baby. Her own words and chosen picture are posted with her permission. Thank you for sharing this with us, Deanna.
” It had been a long week already by the time I woke up at 2am with the unmistakable signs of real labor. I was uncomfortable by that point but not in serious pain, so I got out of bed and went to the bathroom thinking “maybe I just need to go #2…” Nope. I tried getting back into bed, but even in the 10 minutes I had been gone, my bed had already become a fluffy cloud of unsupportive cotton. I woke up my hubby and told him “babe, I think I’m in labor. For real this time.” He was immediately awake and told me to call Jenni, my primary care provider. She sounded low key and excited for me when I called and encouraged me to get as much rest as I could and to call again when I saw spotting.
I grabbed my faithful body pillow and made a comfy nest on the ubiquitous pile of laundry in the corner next to my bed and got as comfortable as I could with the firm support of the carpet under my back. By this point the contractions were getting stronger and though I managed to doze, I woke up when each one started every five minutes or so.
Jenni headed my way as soon as I called her with news of spotting and I tried to stay calm though I was by this point a little muzzy with pain and ecstatic at the thought of seeing my baby in a few hours!
When she arrived, we moved out to the living room and I spent the next 8-10 hours alternately laying on my side and walking around, swaying my hips and trying to help baby move down into position. Thankfully our apartment has indoor stairs so I didn’t need to go outside and walk up and down a hill in the cold january morning.
Unfortunately I was afflicted with labor nausea and was unable to eat or drink for the duration of my labor. Jenni had some anti nausea medicine as well as some homeopathic remedies but I would throw them up before they had a chance to work (ugh, just like morning sickness!)
Once the contractions became stronger I started having back labor, which was definitely worse than the belly cramps but Jenni knew which pressure points to massage and that gave me a lot of relief. My hubby went and got coffee around 9 or 10 am, and then Jenni showed him how to massage my back so that he could take care of me while she went to go get some tea and breakfast. Other than the pain and vomiting, it was a languid and peaceful morning.
I got in the shower a few times when I started to become stressed and the back pain got worse, and the hot water helped a lot combined with the back massages. We kept an eye on my energy and hydration levels since I wasn’t able to drink more than a few sips of water without puking, and Jenni assured me that she had the supplies to set up an I.V. for water if needed. ( I hate needles so I’m very thankful it didn’t come to that)
Everything progressed over the span of about 16 hours, in and out of the shower, up and down from my comfy spot on the floor, walking up and down the stairs a few times when she encouraged it. My hubby had never been around during a birth in his life, and he stayed so calm and was so sweet and supportive!
Once we realized I was in transition I got back in the shower and let the tub fill while I enjoyed the heat. Jenni did a cervical check at this point and immediately afterward I realized that I had started pushing! This was right when my mom arrived and the tub wasn’t really doing it for me so we all moved into the guest room which I had set up as a birth area several weeks before.
Pushing was hard work, y’all. Hard freaking work. For the first 45 minutes or so it didn’t feel like much was happening and by this point I was howling and cursing and SO ready do be done, but then I started feeling the baby move down every time I pushed, and after a few more gargantuan efforts the little head popped out, and then one more push and my little guy was born! I would have been happy either way, but I really wanted a boy and I was so excited to see him! I settled back onto some pillows while Jenni and Melek (the assisting midwife) checked me out and helped me birth the placenta. Unfortunately there was some tearing and I had to have some stitches, but c’est la vie. I ate some orange sherbet and drank some water, then we moved everything to the bed and I settled down to sleep with my little Willie Ryan. (Aka Pinkle) “