A Birth Story

ilya is 3 days old.
life has slowed down.  as close as it gets to standing still.
it seems as though she has always been a part of us.  it’s been 3
days, but i can’t imagine life without her.
as teenagers my boyfriend tim and i, (who, a few years later would go
on to become my husband) would fantasize about having a household of

 

boys.

 

lots of boys.  maaaybe one girl.  maybe.  as if we had some sort of

 

control in deciding.

 

during the 21 week ultrasound when the male technician said “boys

 

don’t have labia’s” i remained silent.  then came home and balled and

 

balled.

 

girl?  we are having a girl?!  that wasn’t in the plan.

 

18 months earlier i had given birth to our first born.  a son we named
cash.  he was born at 36 1/2 weeks so this time i expected the same

 

thing to happen.

 

our babe would come early.

 

by the time i hit 39 weeks, i felt incredibly overdue.  dragging my

 

feet as i walked, huffing and puffing when doing stairs.

 

friday night, 6 days until my official due date i was feeling crampy
but i had been feeling similar for a few weeks.  the cramping woke me

 

a few times during the night, nothing major.  i still wasn’t convinced

 

this was it.

 

saturday during the day i was having mild cramps about every 20-30

 

minutes.  life continued.

 

once i put cash to bed saturday night the cramps turned more into
contractions or “rushes” and started getting closer together, about

 

every 7 minutes.  they remained like that through the night until the

 

following morning.  i tried to stay ahead of them with my breathing,

 

as if i were riding a wave.  i could sense the wave coming and i would

 

take a nice deep inhale, followed by a rich exhale.  if i dozed too

 

heavily and got woken up by a rush, they felt more painful.  i was

 

then scrambling, drowning in the wave.  but i also desperately wanted

 

to sleep.

 

early sunday morning for about two hours the rushes were consistent
every 3-5 minutes.  i decided to call my midwife beth around 9:30-10am

 

and told her i thought i was in labour.  she asked us to time how long

 

the rushes were lasting and she’d call back in a half an hour.  they

 

were between 50 seconds and one minute 20.  beth said she would get

 

ready and make her way over to our house.

 

i was hoping things would move along quickly but i hadn’t even reached
that “sweet spot” yet.  i was still in pajama bottoms and a tank top

 

when beth arrived to set up.  after speaking with beth we decided to

 

call our doula carli and let her know where we were at.

 

carli arrived shortly after beth, and when beth checked me i was only
2-3cms dilated.  gah.  i felt gutted.

 

i plugged away, breathing through rushes, continuing to stay ahead of

 

them as best as i could.

 

carli massaged my legs.  made sure my feet were planted on the ground,

 

my shoulders were soft, if i was rushing while on the toilet.  i ended

 

up spending a lot of time there.  my safe place.

 

it must have been around 11:30am when beth suggested giving tim and i
a bit of privacy.

 

i could sense their energy.

 

her and carli both though i was having performance anxiety.  things

 

weren’t progressing, my waters still hadn’t broke.  so they left.

 

tim and i laid down to rest, did some kissing in hopes of producing
more oxytocin, but things seemed to slow down even more.  beth called

 

back maybe around 1ish to see how we were doing.  she said she would

 

make her way back to the house, check me, check the baby and if things

 

were still slow she was going to pack up her stuff and go.

 

right before beth got back i had rush after rush, really strong and
close together.  beth could tell something was different when she

 

arrived.  she wanted to call the back up midwife but i told her to

 

hold off, i didn’t want to get psyched out.  i was scared i would

 

stall again and not progress.  i was known by the midwifes for having

 

a “quick labour” with my first.  that thought hung over me like a dark

 

cloud.  the expectation that i had of myself, the perceived

 

expectation that they had for me.

 

i felt like i had a reputation to prove.

 

i got in the birthing pool for a while and had some rushes in there.
i tried to breath and flow.  things seemed to slow down again.

 

beth and i discussed options.  i was getting more tired and more frustrated.

 

frustrated with myself that I couldn’t snap my fingers and magically

 

produce results.

 

frustrated that i couldn’t relax and allow this labour to be

 

different, to allow it to be exactly what it needed to be, and in its

 

own timing.

 

carli came back around 3:30pm
i tried doing some small pushes during a rush to see if i could get my

 

waters to break, beths suggestion.

 

nothing.

 

i knew if my waters broke i’d be golden and things would move.

 

at 4:15pm we agreed and decided to break the waters.  things did start

 

to move.  it was such sweet relief to feel the waters breaking.  the

 

warm fluid flowing down my legs.

 

i had some rushes and beth wanted me to have a few more before getting

 

into the water.

 

she gave me the ‘ok’ and i was thrilled.  “i don’t know why everyone

 

doesn’t give birth in water” i said.

 

the pool was warm, my spirit energized, my body relieved.  “i can do

 

this. i can do this” i whispered.

 

i spent some time on my hands and knees, and then i would sit back on
my bum.  i would alternated between the two.

 

i talked to ilya a lot while i was in the tub.  how proud of her i was.

 

i started crying, releasing some of the frustration and pressure i had

 

been carrying.

 

i couldn’t wait to meet her.  i was overwhelmed with physical pain

 

mixed with the thought of cash holding his sister.

 

in the end, i sat back and had tim directly across from me.  he was my
rock during this labour and i needed his eye contact.  “tim i need

 

you” i would say.

 

it wasn’t long before i could start to push.  i trusted my body and

 

knew when it was time.  beth also trusted that i knew.

 

transition, “labour land”, pushing, it all kind of hit me at once.
i hit that scary place and looked to beth for reassurance.  the place

 

of absolute pain, the ring of fire, and having one option, to move

 

forward into the pain.

 

i pushed for 15 minutes.

 

i dug deep.  i got really really determined and pushed like a mad

 

woman. (with my third pregnancy i researched hypnobirthing and

 

received hypnosis.  i knew there had to be a gentler way.)

 

i knew it would soon be over.  i was so loud and it felt really intense.
i pushed and i tried to hold the push once it was over.  it felt like

 

she was going back up inside.  they reassured me that she hadn’t, that

 

this was what was suppose to happen.  the ebb and flow so i wouldn’t

 

tear.  i really didn’t care about tearing, i just wanted her out.

 

i pushed her head out, i could see her head but the rest of her body

 

wasn’t sliding out.  i pushed through a few more rushes with just her

 

head out, under the water, and before i knew it beth had reached up

 

inside of me.  i was holding on tight to the sides of the birthing tub

 

as i was being reefed about.  the pain!

 

i later learned that ilyas shoulder was stuck behind my pelvis, once
beth released her shoulder she slid out into the water, and tim caught

 

her.

 

(in the months/years that followed i came to believe that ilyas

 

shoulder getting stuck was a direct response to my fear of birthing

 

female.)

 

ilya honey was born at 4:50pm, april 25th 2010, weighing 8lbs 4oz. she
was the second of four home births.

 

(photos by kat montgomery)

 

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