Rhiannon's Birth Story
I had been on maternity leave for 10 weeks already (asthma related), and my schedule was whacked out. I had had a dislocated rib 6 weeks prior, and was in immense pain most of the time (when I wasn’t taking the pain medication my OB prescribed). I was 41-1/2 weeks pregnant and really starting to wonder if I would ever meet my daughter (she seemed very comfortable). I had also been taking using my breast pump to stimulate contractions. I wasn’t about to let some male doctor use a synthetic drug to force my body to do what it does naturally!! Good thing too, I went into labor on Dec. 7, 2000 at about 12:20 am. If I had not, just 48 hours later they would have insisted that I be induced.
I went into labor around 12:20 am on Dec. 7, 2000. I thought that they might have been the false contractions that I had felt while pumping, so I just tried to get some sleep on the couch (couldn’t get out of our regular bed so I had moved into the living room). They were progressively getting stronger, so I knew that it was time. I didn’t tell anyone until around 6:00 am, when I called my mom because she needed to get on the road (she lived 2 1/2 hours away). Hopped into the shower, hoping to ease the pain I had been having in my rib. After I got out, I went into the bedroom and told my husband that I was in labor. He said, “OK”, got up and went to go take a shower. He got dressed, and just as he was walking out the door to go to work, my mom and step-dad showed up. I told my husband to be home by 11:00, because that is when I need to go to the hospital. My mom helped me get my things together, and I waited until 11:00, walking around and drinking lots of Motherwort and Raspberry leaf infusion. My husband came home, he called his mother, and we all went to the hospital. I had signed up to have a water birth at the hospital, so I met up with the water birth midwife. I went into transition around 1:30 pm, and got into the tub. My ob didn’t show up until around 2:00. I was in the tub pushing for around 2 1/2 hours, but I had nothing to grab/bear down on. Plus, my husband was getting worn out from holding me up by my armpits to squat (I had been awake going on 38+ hours by now) and I was really not comfortable with having so many people around. Everyone except my husband and mother was watching TV while I pushed (unforgivable). I actually fell asleep in-between contractions in the tub. So, I got out of the tub, stripped off my shirt, and hopped onto the birthing bed. The nurse gave me an IV (which I later found out was pitocin). When I asked her what the IV was for, she told me that it was saline just incase. Once I got that IV, my contractions tripled in intensity and my daughter’s heart rate got a little crazy. I pushed for another hour and 45 minutes, then my midwife had to manually stretch my cervix to ten (it had been stuck at nine since I got out of the tub). Another 1/2 hour of pushing, and my ob decided he needed to give me an episiotomy. About 20 minutes after he did that, my daughter was born. My daughter had passed meconium and the cord was wrapped around her neck. She also did not cry for about 3 minutes. Once she did cry, they just showed her to me and then took her away for 3 hours. My husband went with her, of course. Then, everyone left me and I had to wait for them to bring me my baby.
I am now seven months pregnant again, and I intend to have a home birth. Nature did not intend birth to be out of the mother’s hands. When hospital intervention comes into play, problems arise. Ob’s should be reserved for high-risk pregnancies, not just the norm. Not to mention the hospital atmosphere is not that cozy and my husband couldn’t even spend the first night with me and our new baby. He had to leave at 10:00 pm, and could not come back until 10:00 am. Call me a pessimist, but if I had the opportunity to have Rhiannon all over again, it would not have involved the Hospital. She is beautiful, smart, and highly intelligent for her age. She can already put away her own toys and tell me when she’s hungry, thirsty or wants a bath. I just did not find any enjoyment in the circumstances surrounding her birth. I feel I was cheated out of something beautiful and I will never know how her birth could have been if I had kept control like I had intended to.
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