August 11, 2010, 42 weeks.
At 5:00am I woke up to take my castor 
oil cocktail, per the midwife's instruction.  These last two weeks I had
 horrible heartburn and after drinking it with some orange juice, I kept
 having awful castor oil burps.  I laid back down and rested until 
7:00am when the castor oil took effect.  I slept on and off until 
11:00am, listening to my hypnobirthing CD and trying to relax.  I was 
feeling pretty defeated at this point that I would be going to the 
hospital the next day for an induction.  Then around 12:45pm I started 
having contractions.  I started to time them and they were 2-2.5 minutes
 a part lasting a minute each.   I called my husband at work and let him
 know just to be on alert that I
 was having contractions, not to worry but if they intensified, I'd give
 him a call back.  After about an hour (1:45pm), I called the midwife 
just to give her a heads up.  I took a shower to see if things would 
calm down but the contractions only intensified.   After I got out of 
the shower (2:00pm), I called my husband and told him to come home from 
work, called my mom and told her to come over.  I went downstairs at 
this point to try to get something to eat (PB&J, granola bar) but 
immediately came back up and called the midwife and told her to please 
head over now.  The contractions were intense, I wasn't getting a break,
 and I felt really nauseous.  The contractions weren't painful per say, 
but just really intense and the amount of back pain and pressure was 
getting out of control.  
At this point I put my Hypnobirthing CD back on, lied in bed and 
tried to get into my zone.  Then all of a sudden my water broke.  I went
 and sat on the toliet for awhile and got a break from the 
contractions.  I called my midwife again to let her know what was going 
on.  My husband arrived at this point, thank god.  He lied in bed with 
me and put pressure on my back during the contractions and helped me 
stay in my zone.  After a little bit I got up and went to the bathroom,
 my husband went downstairs to let in the student midwife (Kristin), my 
mom arrived and it was at this point I started to lose it.  Everything 
just started to overwhelm me and I started to pace the bathroom.  It was
 so intense and I was in tears and couldn't find a comfortable spot.  
Kristin came in and put pressure on my back, tried to do some hot 
compresses, but I just wanted everyone to leave me alone.  Then I 
started throwing up.  Over and over and over.  I got cleaned up and 
heard Kristen on the phone with the midwife, saying I was in 
transition.  The midwife finally arrived, got all of her stuff in and 
set up and came to see me and I lost it.  I can't do this, how much 
longer will it be, I want to push, I just didn't think I could do it.  
She was wonderful and calm and told me I could do this, I was so close, 
the only other option was to have this baby in an ambulance.  They asked
 to check me at this point and I agreed.  I was 8 cm.  
After the exam I turned over onto my side on the bed and I don't 
know how, but I got into my hypnobirthing zone and was able to lie there
 calmly, got control of my breathing and got ahead of the contractions. 
 My mom and husband were in the hallway outside of my room and Kristin 
and the midwife were sitting on the floor at the end of my bed quietly 
whispering to each other.  Then all of a sudden my body started pushing 
and I started moaning.  It happened a few times, got the midwife's 
attention, then they started to move towards me and I said, my body is 
pushing now.  Everyone slowly started to make their way back into my 
room.  In hypnobirthing, they want you to "breathe the baby down" but, 
there was no way.  My body was pushing and I didn't have control to stop
 it.  I pushed on my side, at my own pace, my husband holding my leg and
 my hand, Kristen and the midwife alternated positions, one below me so I
 could put my leg on her shoulder, and the other listening to the baby's
 heart beat on the doppler between contractions.  I pushed for two hours
 and I think I asked a million times, can you see the baby's head yet?  
Will he be here soon?  I pushed him down slowly and they applied hot 
compresses and helped stretched my perineum.  At one point they had me 
switch to my left side and had to urge me to take long deep breathes.  
Then all of a sudden, holy crap, ring of fire.  It felt like forever to 
get his head out but all of a sudden it came out, then the rest of his 
body slipped out (7:15pm).  
He had a nuchal hand (baby's hand came out with his head) and his 
cord was loosely wrapped around his neck once.  My husband helped catch 
him (though he said the entire time he didn't want to) and then I pulled
 him up on my chest.  Best moment of my entire life.  I do have to laugh
 because when he came out, all this birth fluid and blood totally 
drenched my husband (who is very squimesh).  We were able to lie 
together for a long time and it was beautiful.  He was so beautiful, so 
perfect.  He was 8lbs, 3 oz and 21.5 inches long.  His head was 14.5in 
(the midwife had only delivered 2 babies that big before and those 2 
didn't have nuchal hands!).  He scored 9 and 10 on his APGARs.  He 
didn't have any signs of a post-date baby- he still had vernix and the 
placenta was still very healthy.  I charted (I ovulated on day 14 of my 
28 day cycle, can't be more perfect than that) so it was just the 
consensus that I take a little longer to bake my babies.  
Having him at home was wonderful.  I don't think I could do it any other
 way.  My tear was almost severe enough to warrant a trip to the 
hospital but upon further inspection it was just a second degree tear (L
 shaped inside the vagina, probably due to him scraping his elbow as his
 hand/head came out) and the part they were concerned about was just 
superficial.  They sewed us all up, my mom brought me a salad (best 
thing I've ever eaten!) and we were all tucked into bed and everyone 
went home by midnight.  Totally worth the wait.


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