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MY NATURAL-TO-ME CHILDBIRTH
My Natural-to-Me Childbirth
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During my pregnancy I read a lot of books on natural childbirth. I watched many videos of women
giving birth in tranquil settings appearing to be in ecstasy their babies sliding right out of them. For
my daughters birth I dreamed of a version of this, but I knew I wanted to give birth in a hospital, not at
home or a birth center. Being somewhere that could easily manage complications if they arose gave me
comfort, though I wanted no medical intervention, if possible.
My Doula Rachel coached my husband Aaron and I on labor positions and soothing techniques, mixing a
blend of essential oils for the grand occasion. As we practiced Aaron massaging his hands on my
lower back and hips, adjusting the pressure and placement based on my feedback I thought, labor is
going to be pretty great.
I packed my birth bag with great attention to detail mini bottles of organic soap, shampoo and
conditioner, a brand-new hairbrush, makeup, nipple butter, clothes for myself and the baby, and a $90
birth gown handmade by a woman in India. I also made an extra run to Target to buy a specific type of
disposable razor.
Yes, I was fully expecting to shave my legs at the hospital.
I kept a supply of all my favorite foods in the refrigerator so they were ready to take with us
unsweetened coconut yogurt, organic banana chips, rice crackers, vegan cheese, almond butter, dates,
and very-expensive-not-in-season strawberries.
I created my Have-A-Baby playlist 50 songs and 5 hours of music including Nina Simone, Stevie
Wonder and Krishna Das.
I was ready to roll.
When I finally went into labor I was two weeks overdue and thrilled that I wouldnt have to be induced. I
hopped on my birth ball with glee and hip circled my way through contractions. Four hours later,
around 10pm, my husband and I made our way to the hospital.
By the time we settled into our room it was all I could do to undress and climb into my hospital gown. I
didnt have the energy to fetch the handmade Indian one out of my birth bag. My contractions were
strong, long and fairly close together. I thought for sure this would all be over by morning.
But when the nurse checked my cervix I was only 1cm dilated. We had a long way to go.
I had bouts of nausea and threw up multiple times. None of the food I brought sounded good to me. I
was told I could only have liquids anyway, it was hospital policy. So I ordered my first of many
cranberry juice cocktails that was probably 2% juice , 97% sugar and 1% food coloring. It was cold and
wonderful.
At 3 AM I was writhing in pain, 3 cm dilated, and fantasizing about drugs. I asked the the nurse if I could
get an epidural. She said I could, but I should wait until I was a little farther along. Also, she read my
birth plan which clearly stated NO DRUGS. Damn it.
At 7 AM I was still at 3 cm. When Rachel arrived I was lying in bed moaning through contractions like a
dying cow. She asked me, gingerly, Um, Jen, is there a reason you arent up and moving? Oh, I
thought, you mean why am I not doing anything remotely close to what we practiced or what I spent
countless hours reading about?
Because, Rachel, labor fucking hurts.
But I knew Rachel was right and, albeit reluctantly, I got up and started to move. Over the next several
hours I slow danced with my husband (in silence I had no interest in Nina Simone telling me she was
Feeling Good), and got on all fours reciting a made-up chant as I visualized myself as part of some
ancient tribe of women warriors. I even made it into the tub.
All of the above helped. But I was still only at 5 cm. Then my water broke and the contractions got
really, really real. I screamed like I was in a dungeon being stretched to death.
This time instead of asking for an epidural, I screamed for it. No one questioned me. The
anesthesiologist team arrived in minutes and it quickly took effect. It felt like the gates of heaven
opened up, doves flying everywhere, harp music playing somewhere in the background. All would be
well. I slept a bit.
But I started to feel pressure in my sacral area. It was intense, to put it mildly. My baby had turned
herself posterior, meaning her back was pressing on my back, and there was nothing the
anesthesiologist could do for me. The epidural helps with contractions, not pressure. I just had to deal
with it.
And I did. But it hurt, almost worse than the contractions had. And I was exhausted. So when it was
suggested more than 24 hours in that I try a bit of Pitocin to see if that could intensify my
contractions to move things along (because apparently they were NOT INTENSE ENOUGH), I balked.
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