My unplanned home birth (Austin’s birth story), part 2

If you haven’t read part 1 yet, you can catch up here.

[Reminder: This is a birth story. There are some parts that are somewhat graphic, so you may not want to read this if that kind of thing grosses you out.]

I headed back to our room and a contraction hit. It was so strong that I couldn’t stand. I collapsed forward onto the bed. Suddenly I noticed the clear sensation of my water breaking. I had the urge to push. I remember saying something to the affect of, “I’m pushing. I don’t want to push, but I’m pushing.” I knew we were not making it to the hospital. I told Clint to call 911. I think he might have thought I was overreacting a tad. I realized he wasn’t calling and asked him why. He said he wanted to help me through the next contraction first. That was exactly what I wanted him to do earlier in the night, but at this point we didn’t have that kind of time. I expressed to him that he needed to call immediately.

He called, and I heard him telling the 911 operator that I was having contractions a couple minutes apart, or something that did not at all capture what was really happening. So I clued him in: “Pull my pants down, and you will see a baby’s head. The baby is coming now!” Clint cried out, “he’s crowning!” That’s when he finally got it and kicked into high gear. He grabbed towels and had me lay down (I had been on my hands and knees). I assumed he was following instructions from the 911 operator, but apparently they just kept saying, “Make sure the cord isn’t wrapped around his neck.” Very reassuring! I instinctively gave a couple strong pushes, and there he was. Clint swiped his finger through Austin’s mouth to clear his airway and tried to check him over, but supposedly I demanded, “Give me my baby! Give me my baby!” I don’t remember that, but I believe it. I just remember seeing that he was pink and crying and clearly ok. I remember how perfect it felt to hold my precious little boy in my arms. I just stared at him. I couldn’t believe he was here.

The ambulance, on the other hand, was still was not here. They told Clint to unlock the front door, and when he went down to do that he found our friends. He said, “Jennifer just had the baby. Tell the ambulance how to get here,” and handed them the phone. He failed to mention that Austin and I were all right, or fill in any of the blanks, so naturally they were concerned. After all, they thought they were just coming over to babysit. Apparently we created quite the commotion that night. Our dog started running circles around the parking lot, and then the neighbors came out as the firetruck and ambulance pulled up. Moments later a whole stream of firemen filed into my bedroom (seriously– maybe 10 of them). This is a bit awkward when you’ve just had a baby, but fortunately I was too enamored with my new son to be overly concerned about it.

The EMT got the cord ready, and Clint got to cut it. I really wanted them to deliver the placenta because it was uncomfortable still having it in there, and it was causing me to have pretty uncomfortable contractions. They avoided doing so, and I later found out that they are not supposed to deliver it if they can avoid it. After the umbilical cord was cut and they had confirmed Austin was doing well, they were ready to get me into the ambulance. They wrapped some blankets around me and were supposed to put me on the stretcher and carry me down the stairs. However, I guess they were concerned that they wouldn’t be able to do that safely, so they asked me if I could walk. I said I thought I could, so with their support I walked down the stairs and was then put on the stretcher. Clint was horrified that they had me walk, but it wasn’t a big deal to me. As they carried me and Austin outside, I saw my friends, and I reassured them that I was ok. Then I saw the neighbors and just waved. It was a pretty crazy scene. Clint was told to ride in the front of the ambulance. He quickly called my parents and told them I had just had the baby. They were completely shocked, of course. Apparently they pulled into our complex right as the ambulance was pulling out, so they followed us to the hospital. I was in the back with some nice EMT’s who encouraged me to try breastfeeding. With the bright lights of the ambulance and all of the commotion that took place immediately following his birth, Austin wasn’t quite ready to eat yet though.

It was a short drive to the hospital, and as they wheeled me into the ER I saw medical staff lined up all around the entrance– maybe 25 people? I had never been in this back entrance before, so I didn’t know if that was normal. A doctor approached me as we entered and tried to take Austin from me. I knew that wasn’t right, so I asked, “ Why are you taking my baby?” He said it was because Austin had a low Apgar score (see here if you’re not familiar with that term). The EMT’s had discussed his high Apgar score in front of me, so I knew that wasn’t the case, and I told the doctor as much. He did not seem convinced. The doctor tried again and said the baby was having trouble breathing. I said, “No, he’s not.” I then pointed to the people pushing my gurney and suggested he ask them. It turns out that the person who called in our arrival had said, “Two’s all the way down,” meaning a perfect score. However, the operator heard a score of a two, which would have meant my son was in need of serious medical attention– thus all the panic. Good thing I asked before Austin was rushed off to be treated for problems he did not have! These situations are why I strongly recommend being an advocate for your health (or in this case, your child’s health).

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Anyway, the whole mess got straightened out, and they took me up to labor and delivery. It was the middle of the night, so the hospital’s on call doctor was brought in to deliver my placenta. It was such a relief to finally get that out of me! Apparently I had a third degree tear, so he had to stitch me back up as well. I tore with Parker too (I believe it was a second degree tear that time), but I don’t remember the stitches being quite so uncomfortable. This doctor was not particularly gentle, however, and the tear was bigger. I was wincing through the process, but my mom (who had arrived in the delivery room shortly after us— my dad and brother were home with the sleeping Parker) and Clint supported me through it. Austin had settled down now and was starting to breastfeed, which was triggering more contractions. I didn’t remember the post labor contractions being so noticeable last time… more wincing. Austin was born… wasn’t the painful part supposed to be over? Apparently not quite.

Then I noticed a nurse getting a large syringe prepared. I asked what that was for. She said it was pitocin (an artificial form of oxytocin, which is the hormone that your body naturally releases during labor and breastfeeding), and that they were going to give it to me to help with excess bleeding. I did not receive any pitocin when Parker was born, and since my body seemed to be having contractions just fine on its own (the pitocin would stimulate contractions), I saw no need for this shot. I asked if I was having excess bleeding, and they said I was not. I politely requested that we pass on the shot and reevaluate if I started to have a bleeding problem.

Daddy holds his new son

Daddy holds his new son

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Grandma holds her new grandson

Grandma holds her new grandson

Austin's first bath by my bedside

Austin’s first bath by my bedside

After Austin finished nursing, they weighed him (7lbs… just 1oz shy of Parker’s birth weight) and measured him (19in… 1in shy of Parker’s birth length). Once their exam was over, Clint and my mom were able to take turns loving up on our new family member. Then it was finally time to move to the recovery room. When we got there a nurse was ready to bathe Austin. I had missed Parker’s bath since I was so exhausted after my 27 hour labor, and I was determined not to miss Austin’s too. The nurse was nice enough to do as much of the bath as she could by my bedside so I could watch. Austin had all this wild dark hair that she had to scrub. After the bath they brought me the official food of new mothers whose baby’s are born in the middle of the night: a turkey sandwich. That was all they had available after Parker was born too, but both times I was starving, so I found it to be delicious! Finally it was time for my mom to leave and for Clint, Austin and I to settle down for the night (or what was left of it). Fortunately, the hospital had recently upgraded all the rooms to be private rooms, so Clint was able to spend the night.
Parker meets his new brother for the first time :)

Parker meets his new brother for the first time 🙂

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Uncle Justin holds his newest nephew

Uncle Justin holds his newest nephew

Grandpa holds his new grandson for the first time

Grandpa holds his new grandson for the first time

Grandma enjoys snuggling Austin again

Grandma enjoys snuggling Austin again

The next morning my doctor briefly stopped by to visit and asked the million dollar question: “What happened?” I made some joke about how the second time around we figured we could handle it ourselves. 🙂 Shortly thereafter I had the great joy of introducing my boys to each other. When Parker woke up and saw that his grandparents and uncle were at his house, he immediately knew that his brother had been born (if you’re interested, you can read about how we prepared him here). My parents took Parker out to breakfast, and then brought him to the hospital. He climbed onto the bed with me, stroked his brother’s head, and said, “Hi baby.” Seeing them together for the first time was a magical moment for me. It was also fun to introduce Austin to my Dad and brother.
Daddy enjoys a rare moment of awake time with Austin

Daddy enjoys a rare moment of awake time with Austin

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We stayed in the hospital for two days because I had tested positive for Group B Strep during pregnancy (if you’re not familiar with Group B Strep, you can read about it here). I had not tested positive with Parker, although the doctor said I would have had it then too. If you test positive, it is generally recommended that you are treated with penicillin while in labor, but as I never made it to the hospital, that obviously didn’t happen. To be safe they asked us to stay longer for observation, but Austin passed all tests with flying colors. The hospital stay was mostly enjoyable. My parents were caring for Parker, so we were able to focus on getting to know Austin. The hospital experience always feels to me like a bit of an alternate reality that breaks you into parenthood gradually, and the food is pretty good too (or maybe I was just starving).

We were originally supposed to go home the morning of the 19th, but at the last minute they said they could let us go the evening of the 18th. It was a bit of a mess getting out of there due to a change in nurses at the time we were supposed to leave, and we got home late at night, but it was good for us to be home with both of our boys and for my parents to be able to return to their home as well. Since Austin was born just before Easter (thus lining up well with Spring Break), we were able to enjoy visits from relatives shortly after he was born, such as Clint’s brother and Dad and my aunt and cousin. We couldn’t be happier with our new larger family! Austin has been such a blessing for us all!

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Finally back home

Finally back home

So what do I make of the unplanned home birth? I feel like it may not have been my plan, but it was God’s plan for Austin’s birth. Frankly I think it turned out awesome too! I was so much more comfortable being at home, and I love having Clint listed as the person who delivered Austin on the birth certificate. A natural birth experience was important to me with both boys, and it really couldn’t have gotten much more natural than this. God designed a beautiful way of bringing children into the world, and I appreciate it even more now. I actually think a contributor to the labor progressing so quickly was that I was at home: comfortable and free to move around. So what am I thinking for any future births? Well, I was so pleased with laboring at home that I think I might actually plan a home birth in the future, but next time poor Clint won’t have to deliver the baby. Here’s what Clint told our sister-in-law (who is a doctor) about his experience: “This doctor stuff is easy! Except for the part where you sh*t your pants!” He says it was about 3 or 4 in the morning that it really hit him that he had delivered our son. Crazy stuff!

I was also pleased that I felt like I was able to really work with the labor this time. My labor with Parker was so long that I was too exhausted to work with it the way I had hoped. At my last doctor’s appointment I had been told that Austin was head down but facing the wrong direction, which could mean back labor. I don’t know if he had changed directions by the time I went into labor or not, but I was determined to follow my instincts and use positioning and movements to help him get in the right position for birth. His birth was such a blur that we don’t know which way he was facing when he came out, but I was pleased that I was able to actively participate in the labor nonetheless. The tearing was less than ideal, but that happened both times. Even with a doctor guiding me, babies seem to come flying out. The nurse I spoke to about it thought it was probably just how my body is and said it wouldn’t limit me in having future children. All in all, it was a crazy but positive experience… I recommend it. 😉

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Final stats: Austin was born on 3/17/13 (St. Patrick’s Day) at 12:05 am. He weighed 7lbs and was 19in long.

 

   

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3 thoughts on “My unplanned home birth (Austin’s birth story), part 2

  1. What an unforgettable birthing experience!!! I believe I would have freaked out. Glad everything worked out. The pictures of Austin and Parker are absolutely priceless. Thank you for sharing your experience.
    PS why do husband’s not listen to us? Especially at a time like that. 🙂
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    • Yes, praise God there were no complications and we were simply able to enjoy a unique experience and a wild story!

      I love those first pictures of my boys too. 🙂 One of my all time favorite moments.

      Lol… I can’t blame him really… it was all happening so fast!

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