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It's July 1, 2005. I am laying on the floor next to the kitchen reciting my times tables. "Six time seven is forty-two. Six times eight is forty-eight. Six times nine is fifty-four." I am using my brain in an effort to stay awake, because I'm afraid of passing out and needing a hospital transfer. I try to ignore the needle in my arm, passing IV fluids into my vein.
In the bedroom, my husband is with the baby as the midwife does the newborn exam. Of course, I am missing it. After laboring for a day and a half, I saw my baby for about 5 minutes before the hemorrhage began and the room started spinning around me. Those five minutes were the scariest five minutes of my life, as the midwife hurriedly snapped the umbilical cord and grabbed my baby from me so that she could stimulate him and get some oxygen flowing.
Needless to say, that was not an experience I wanted repeated. I knew I needed to get in better health, lose weight, and take better care of myself next time around. After a couple months, I started dieting, and not long after, I found raw foods. Thus began a three-year transformation of myself from the inside out. Seventy pounds later, God gave me another opportunity to prepare myself for a better birth: Information started coming to me about natural childbirth physiology, including a better understanding of preventing and handling birth complications. And I was led to a circle of peers who trusted birth in its most natural sense, and who supported me in my quest for a normal, sweet birth experience. The answer: to take responsibility for my own health throughout pregnancy, following my instinct and God, and to give birth without medical assistance.
Fast forward to August 20, 2008. I had spent countless hours preparing for this, researching, gathering supplies, doing visualizations, praying, taking walks and doing yoga, and eating a high-raw, low-fat diet throughout my pregnancy. My pregnancy was much easier than the previous one. I had only minor nausea, heartburn, and fatigue; absolutely no swelling, no stretch marks; and I only gained 25 pounds instead of the 60 I had gained before. And now it was time.
Contractions started around 11 am but I didn't recognize it as labor until around noon. These cramps in my lower abdomen didn't last long, and weren't very intense, but they kept coming every couple minutes. So I called my husband telling him to come home at his convenience. In the meantime, I gathered my birthing supplies and arranged the scene. I kept myself busy in the kitchen, cutting up fruit for myself, and preparing several snacks for my son. By the time my husband came home at 1:15, I was ready for him. I quickly explained where everything was, and we reviewed how to handle possible complications. He started a hot bath for me while I danced to a Josh Groban CD. The contractions were stronger now, but I still felt most comfortable staying upright and active.
Around 1:45 I got in the bath. My goal for labor was to stay positive, thinking encouraging thoughts, keeping my mind calm and my body relaxed. My husband watched for signs of physical tension and reminded me to relax. I kept vocalizing every thought that entered my mind, which was mostly emotional, spiritual insights. I felt so very alive as I tuned into the Holy Spirit and experienced the pinnacle of God's creation: Holy childbirth between a man and a woman, the zenith of the sexual experience. I felt so much love for my husband and knew so strongly that being a wife and mother was the most important thing in my life.
Not long after, I began to feel that familiar uncomfortable feeling which could only be relieved as I bore down. It was incredible for me to feel my baby's head descending and myself enlarging. Then, suddenly, a baby shot out under the water! It was 2:27. I was yelling now, "Oh! Oh! Oh!!" and immediately scooped her up and instinctively began rubbing her back and urging her to clear fluid from her airway. I took herbal tinctures to help the placenta come out and prevent hemorrhage, and within 20 minutes we were resting in bed, nursing in ecstasy. I couldn't believe it - I did it! I birthed my own baby! My body worked perfectly, exactly as I had visualized, and now only 3 hours later, with no pain, no fear, no panic, I had a daughter - Wow!
This birth experience was everything I wanted, the most incredible, wonderful day of my life. Having a dream fulfilled after years of preparation is the ultimate thrill and joy. I don't have to tell you how dramatically different Elisabeth's birth was from Rychen's. You wouldn't believe the same body had such opposite outcomes. I guess that's because my body is not the same, and neither is my mind or spirit. I have grown so much and overcome the weakness that caused a regretable experience, and now had a truly ecstatic birth experience in its place. This was true healing, and real validation of my new self. Hooray!
For the full birth story and photos, as well as a detailed journal of my pregnancy, please refer to my blog at
http://pullingdaisies.blogspot.com. Thank you to my blog readers for all the encouragement and prayers! I am blessed to have a community of supportive, like-minded people in my life.