So I'm finally getting a chance to type up the birth story of our 3rd son. Our rainbow baby, Baby "T", referred to as Tiny.
Last year, at the end of February we found out we were expecting another baby. I'd been nursing our toddler, so the pregnancy was completely unexpected but not unwelcome. We were surprised and happy.
However, just a few week later I began to miscarry. We had an early pregnancy loss. We were devastated. But I grieved by helping 3 mamas welcome their babies earthside within a two week period. It was healing for me to celebrate with those beautiful mamas and their families.
Just a few short months later, the end of June, we found out we were expecting our rainbow baby. And after waiting to pass the first trimester, we began to prepare for our 2nd homebirth.
We planned for photos with our second, but he decided to come so fast nearly everyone missed his arrival. Which meant it was really important to me that my birth team was very close by. Both Brezi and Mimi literally live a 5 min drive away. We all planned ahead in case of another precipitous labor and birth. But guess what? This little guy had completely different plans of his own....
Then a few weeks later in February, I began noticing occasional contractions that would take my breath away. I wanted to ignore them, but I decided I'd let Mimi know again about this new (for me) development. We talked and after a couple days of those contractions being a little more noticeable, we decided on a VE. My cervix had been dilating. Not necessarily a concern but because of my history of super fast labor we decided to be overly cautious and do more bed rest. Just had to make it a couple more weeks to 37 weeks.
37 weeks came and the contractions I'd been having calmed down. But we made our minimum mark and a lot of the stress was relieved. All that was left was getting over the mental block of my husband missing the birth again. And just a few days shy of 38 weeks I started having those contractions again. They were regular, they weren't going away, and they were slightly uncomfortable (another new symptom for me).
Gabby, our doula thru AMC, came over after another chat with Mimi. She was going to hang out for a bit before we decided if Mimi needed to head over. She was here less than an hour before things sped up. So Mimi, the rest of her team, and Brezi all headed over. Remember, we prepared for another fast labor? That so wasn't what happened. I baked cookies and labored for several hours with no changes well into the late night/early morning, and I was tired. Then everything slowed down. Mimi sent me to bed (a benefit of homebirth) and then everyone left to get some rest as well. I wondered if everything stalled because there were a lot of people there at once.
I went on to have those same types of contractions for another week. Constant phone contact with Mimi at that point. We decided to just wait for the next "new for me" sign of Tiny's arrival....
Anyway, these more uncomfortable contraction were very regular. I called Mimi again and we decided on a new plan: NO ONE was coming over right away again. I was going to try to keep busy until I couldn't anymore. Hubby was going to come home early from work and we'd work thru labor together ALONE.
I had been up since 6am, had a massage scheduled and had hired someone to do some housecleaning. I had planned on making some freezer meals but that didn't happen. Then around 7pm Mimi decided she wanted an additional set of eyes on me. We wanted to avoid the crowding this time, so their arrival was staggered. They gave me space, other than the intermittent monitoring of Tiny and I.
Several hours went by, then curiosity got the better of me. I asked for a VE again. Mimi said I was at 7cm. Didn't mean much to me other than validating I was actually in labor. Hubby had a really hard time believing I was in labor because I was acting "normal" other than breathing a little harder, lol. We decided I would sit on the toilet, in the dark, for a bit and I sent hubby up to bed for a nap. That lasted for close to an hour and I had come to the decision to request my water be broken.
Around 2am March 4th, my water was broken. I decided to walk upstairs to wake hubby, instead of having someone else wake him. I had a few pretty intense contractions between walking up and coming back down the stairs. Then the contractions reminded me of the contractions I had with our second son. I got in the pool then, and Mimi told me to try to squat during the contractions. And I did.
But that lasted a short time before things really got intense and I asked hubby to get in the pool with me. Then I mentally went to my happy place. I had my husband and my midwife there, no one was stuck in traffic or caught up by bad weather. I felt safe. I vaguely remember groaning and grunting (I was pushing then) and my husband telling me I needed to stop (Mimi told him to tell me that because I apparently needed to slow down with my pushing). I'd wanted hubby to catch Tiny, but he was a bit in shock, lol. But that wasn't what was most important to me.
I had my husband holding me when I needed and wanted him there. And next thing I notice Tiny was being placed in my arms and I just relaxed into my husband's arms. He was born at 2:52am.
I told Mimi what I envisioned for my birth. I pictured it being dark and quiet. The house being still and Tiny being born before dawn. Then the kids quietly arriving to greet their baby brother... It was all that and so much more. It was perfect, even if I labored for weeks. Tiny arrived just as he was supposed to, and at a healthy 8 lbs 2 oz. And I'd do it all over again.