I also mentioned I had two sisters that were there to provide aid. Having a support network of sisters, close friends, mothers, mother in laws (and the father to be of course) is awesome. I was so grateful for them to be there. I had an idea of what I wanted, but like I said, when you get something you aren't expecting, in my case, very intense back and leg labor, things kind of go out the window. I used my breathing techniques I had learned to get through the process, but hypnobirthing, which is the process of getting yourself into a relaxed state of self hypnosis and having a calm, easy childbirth, well, it didn't really happen for me.
I labored as much as I could in the tub, walking the halls, Pam played Drill Doula with me and had me speed walking and doing lunges and squats out in the hallway, bouncing away on the delivery ball, anything to relieve the pain. For leg labor, I'll tell you, walking helps. Also the little pressure point on my feet that my mom found and relieved instantly. That little spot was gold! But when it finally came to a point where i was basically not making any progress, my midwife suggested we speed things up by breaking my water, which had not broken yet. That did the trick. But then, the relief I had gotten from soaking in the tub wasn't there anymore. Well, for that matter, the fact that I had to lay on my back in the tub wasn't helping either. So I waited until I was ready to bear down and bring this baby into the world on my hands and knees.
I am very grateful for my husband, Gus. However, when it comes to child birth, he was a little lost, as he went through the hypnobirthing class wiht me and that went right out the window. He soon discovered that his laboring wife had no sense of humor and didn't want to be touched. My mom said she was surprised he made it out of the delivery room with his head still attached. Poor Gus, I appeared to have a lot of patience considering the circumstances with everyone BUT him. I think it's also related to the fact that he was the odd one out, he was the only guy in the room and everyone else had been there done that. They knew what to expect. And he kept joking about jumping on the damn horse to spur labor along. I was not amused.
It's amazing how your thoughts go through your head. You may be the most modest and unassuming person in the world, but when you are in the middle of delivering a baby, you don't care if somebody is livestreaming your crotch on the internet, you just want the baby out! Once bearing down begins, the mood completely changes. The lights come out, the scrubs come on, and everyone is waiting for the inevitable arrival of that little someone. Nobody is more eager for that arrival than you. And you do what ever feels comfortable to get there. I bore down on my hands and knees at first, but then transitioned to on my back, and it actually worked quite well for me. I was actually a little surprised. I was told it took about twenty minutes of pushing to get that munchkin out. It felt like a lot longer then that.
As I was bearing down, what felt right was the scene you see in movies of the woman screaming. I thought they made it a little dramatic, what do you know, for me it worked! I had no drugs in my system whatsoever, and being vocal actually helped! So I went ahead and let it out. My midwife warned me about the "ring of fire", yeah, that's a good name for it. I was also apparently a little to eager to get my little bundle of joy out of my womb and into my arms because I apparently tore like crazy. I was told to reach down and grab my daughter and take her in my arms, and I was still in a state of disbelief that I had actually undergone the transition into motherhood as i stared at my baby and tried to wrap my brain around what just happened.
I may have been in shock as well, as soon as my baby was born I was given drugs and being stitched back up on account of heavy bleeding.