It was a beautiful fall day in October. I was due with our
third baby, and was just praying that Jellybean (that was our nickname for him
– we didn’t know if Jellybean was a boy or a girl, but instead of referring to
the sweet, living babe in my womb as an “it”, we decided to refer to him as a
“he”) would stay put until at least the day after I was “due”. I had so much
going on and was taking my Lactation Counselor Certification exam the next day.
I had been having contractions for weeks so far, so honestly wasn’t sure if I
would make it.
Well, my estimated due date came and went. I made it through
my exam (while having prodromal labor) just fine. In fact, I made it through
the next two weeks just fine – lots of prodromal labor and contractions, but
nothing regular or progressive.
On my 18th day as an “overdue” mama, I drove up
to my OB’s clinic (about 45 minutes away) for a Non-Stress Test to make sure
baby was still doing well. I asked Randall to stay home with the kids because I
just needed some alone time. As you can imagine, being 18 days over can get
quite stressful and emotional. Every single conversation in person, by phone
call and text was something about the baby. “Any contractions yet?” “How are
you feeling?” “That baby is gonna come out walking!” “Still no baby?!” It was understandable but maddening.
I called a couple of my good friends who are also doulas
because I needed to be “doula’d” at that point. I was on the phone most of the
way to my appointment and felt super refreshed by the time I got there. I knew
I would be meeting our sweet baby soon. Even if it was still a day or two away
I could wait. I could trust God and the way He designed my body to birth my
baby at exactly the right time.
My NST went pretty well. Baby was doing ok, but not great.
If something didn’t happen soon my OB suggested that we consider induction by
the weekend. Since I was planning an unassisted homebirth, the thought of
changing to a medicalized hospital birth did not excite me in the least. I
decided to let her check me just so I had an idea of where I was at. Baby was
engaged, I was 3 cm and 80% effaced. So I felt I was in good shape and left
there feeling pretty good and confident that something would happen soon.
On the way home I got a phone call from another dear friend
who is a doula and we chatted about a lot of things (not all baby!) and I
thoroughly enjoyed the drive.
I walked in the door at home and my sweet husband asked me
how I was doing. I told him I was having some contractions but nothing to get
too excited about…..I’d been having contractions for the past 2 months, after
all.
Once home I sat down and did some work but couldn’t
concentrate much. At about 5:30 pm I got up to start making some supper…I was beginning
to wonder if maybe I could possibly be in early labor. I just didn’t want to
get too excited and honestly didn’t want to get all ready and then have it not
be it. My emotions couldn’t take that for sure.
As I was in the beginnings of preparing some supper for us
my youngest brother called me and we chatted for quite awhile about many things
NOT related to the baby. At the end of the conversation he told me that he
called me purposely to talk about anything and everything except the baby. He
figured I got enough questions and opinions from everyone else and wanted to
give me a conversation free of the “you’re still pregnant?!” questions. It was
one of the sweetest and best things I could have gotten at that point. What he
didn’t know is that I was having contractions through the whole conversation.
Not that I believed that I was really in labor or anything.
But that changed pretty quickly.
When we were about ready to eat (6:30ish), I suggested to
Randall that he might consider
starting to fill the birth pool soon. I didn’t want him to start quite yet in
case it wasn’t actually time but just maybe get ready (as if he hadn’t been
ready for the past month – ha!). Well, in between him starting to get the pool
ready and us starting to eat I was beginning to need some support through
contractions. I decided it was time to call my sister so she could make it in
time to take some pictures, and then not long after that I called mom to come
too. This was it! Finally! We were gonna meet our sweet baby that we had waited
so long for!
We all ate supper together (in between my contractions),
then cleaned up the kitchen. Randall buzzed around getting things ready and I
got into some comfy clothes. I felt ready. I was handling things nicely and had
just the perfect amount of support to make it through. I was in the bathroom
during some of those early contractions before I needed a lot of support and
all the sudden I heard music. I thought Randall had turned some on but when I
asked him he said he hadn’t. I had been preparing the perfect Pandora station
for months….somehow it just started playing through my phone. It couldn’t have
been better timed….I’m 100% sure God had something to do with it! J
When the pool was all filled up we covered it to keep it
warm for later and I got out the birth ball and sat on that while leaning into
the couch during contractions. Randall gave me counter-pressure on my back, and
the kids were amazing supports - they would rub my arms and whisper to me how well
I was doing. It was such a special time.
I gave Vienna the job of giving me a drink of either water
or labor-ade after every contraction. She took it very seriously throughout my
entire labor. She was my perfect little doula and I am so glad she was there!
Eventually I decided it was time to get into the pool. My
mom and sister had just arrived and labor was most definitely progressing. As
with my previous delivery, the water was just “delicious” and I couldn’t figure
out why I had waited so long. At one point I had to get out to go to the
bathroom and decided that was a pretty stupid thing to do…….labor on land
sucked compared to being immersed in the pool.
Contractions were getting much stronger and at about 10:30 I
needed some serious support. I requested someone in front of me as well as
Randall’s strength pushing super hard on my back. It was intense….definitely
not the gentle labor that my previous experience was. I was in my labor zone
and just working through each contraction as it came. I reached a point where I
really didn’t think I could do it, and requested mom pray for me. She did, and
after a nice 10 minute break it was go-time.
My body began pushing and made me move into the strangest
position of ever. I seriously don’t think I could have done it if I hadn’t been
in the water. I was in a very weird squat-lunge-kick. It was the only way that
felt right to push.
Within a few minutes, our sweet Jellybean entered the world
completely in the caul (bag of waters) at 11:31 pm on October 20, 2014. My bag
of waters didn’t break until she was completely out. It was so awesome! Porter
had fallen asleep while watching Frozen in our room by that time, but Vienna
was awake and though she left for about one minute during pushing (it was a
little intense for her), she was back within seconds of the baby arriving. She
got to find out along with Randall and I that she had a new baby sister instead
of a brother, and it was just amazing. Ember Aileen DeWitt had finally made her
appearance.
I got out of the pool pretty quickly after delivery so we
could move to the couch and she could do the breastcrawl and we could just get
to know each other a little bit. It didn’t take her long to latch on, and I
kept marveling that I couldn’t believe she was finally here. It didn’t seem
real.
It was a precious time with my awesome husband right by my
side and helping carry me through, Vienna as my doula, my sister capturing the
whole event on camera, and my mom being such a blessing with her prayerful and
strong support. Porter was also a great support until he got too tired J. He woke up about 1:30
am or so and came out to greet his new baby sister…..as with everyone else, it
was love at first sight.
I had a great team and the knowledge that I could trust my
body to do exactly what it was designed to do and give birth safely and at the
perfect time. I wouldn’t have wanted to deliver her anyplace else or at any
different time. It was completely perfect, and after everyone else had left for
the night to get some sleep, we all snuggled in for a long rest and life with
our sweet precious girl began.