Birth of Miah Grace, September 9, 2014

 
I write this birth story with a much different feeling than my first. There was such a sense of disappointment when I had a caesarean section with Lucy-Rae that I felt I had to try and find the positives in that birth story. In the end, the positives were easy to find, and as Lucy-Rae’s birth story unfolded through words so did my understanding of how amazing it actually was.
 
However,  Miah's birth story is the one I dreamed of the first time around! It was scary, beautiful, and exhilarating all at the same time. My contractions started in the morning at about 7:30am. I knew right away this was the beginning! They were mild and totally manageable but already 3-4 minutes apart. I was still even thinking of going to my bank appointment at 10:00am when at the last minute the contractions intensified a bit and I thought twice. At around 1:30pm (after 6 hours worth of contractions) we decided to call the midwives. We were wondering if it was too early to call, and I remember Jane saying if you're wondering then it's too early. But we called anyway because my contractions were so close together (2-3 minutes apart by that time).
 
She came and checked me around 2:15pm and told me I was 3-4 cm dilated and 50% effaced. I was disappointed but she reassured me that was really good. She told Chris to call back when she saw a change in me (moaning during contractions and non-responsive / not happy in between contractions). This began almost as soon as Jane left and I laboured this way for about three hours. When Jane came the second time it was about 6:30pm and she told me I was 6-7cm and we were ready to go to the hospital. I had a couple contractions in the car and three contractions on the way from the car to our hospital room. I remember being aware of people around me but not caring how I looked or how I sounded. I just buried my face into Chris’ chest and tried to manage the best I could. As I was walking down the hallway approaching the hospital room I told Chris I needed a bathroom NOW - I had an incredible urge to push. I thought I had to poop! Of course when I sat on the toilet there was nothing, because the urge to push was the baby! I told Jane that I really felt the need to pushand she sounded surprised. She checked me and said I was 9.5cm dilated!
 
From home to hospital I had almost dilated the rest of the way! The next contractions were the most difficult as she told me I couldn't push yet - we had to wait until I was a full 10cm dilated. Withholding pushing was EXTREMELY DIFFICULT! When it finally came time to push it was a relief. That’s when Jeanette showed up. The first hour of pushing went well but then things started to go a little differently than planned... After two hours of pushing I was getting quite exhausted. Jane and Jeanette told me they were going to consult with the obstetrician because my contractions had dissipated and were too far apart to move the baby down. They said I was doing great at pushing but there was so much time in between my contractions that the baby would just move back up the birth canal and they weren't seeing enough progress. They didn't want to see me get so tired that I had to give up.
 
They decided to put me on a small dose of oxytocin to try and get my contractions closer together. It worked wonderful! Soon my contractions were coming a couple minutes apart. Not long after the midwives asked me if I wanted to feel the baby’s head. I did (and am glad I did) but remember thinking at the time I didn’t care – I just wanted her out! After 6-7 rounds of exhausting, painful scream-filled contractions, I pushed baby Miah out at 11:58pm - the BEST and most relieving feeling I've ever had in my life! (She came just in time because the midwives had already filled out September 9th on all the paperwork; they didn’t expect me to be pushing for 3.5 hours!). They put Miah on my chest immediately and I was elated to have had a natural delivery. In that moment, I didn't care about anything else. I didn't even think to ask if she was a boy or girl! Chris got to check and he was so excited to see it was another baby girl! The midwives told him he was a “rock” through the whole thing (even though he was sobbing for the last hour!).
 
What a journey. I am so grateful.