I made it to bed, knowing that it could be like this all through the night. So we cuddled up and tried to watch Hulu, by this time it was 8pm. Contractions were intense! 8 to 15 minutes apart….I had to moan. (Drop the jaw style, courtesy of Ina May). I called my midwife to let her know they were really strong and she said she was going to head over. She only lives 10 minutes away. I tried to talk her out of it, since the contractions were very inconsistent, and anywhere from 8 to 15 minutes apart. But she said that she would head over and just get things set up. Well, I got off the phone with her and got up to go to the bathroom…I had to poop. Once I got on the toilet my contractions came one right after another…literally, no break in between. Meanwhile, Jesse was calling my sister in law to come over and help, thinking there is plenty of time. She also lives really close. As I am having crazy contractions on the toilet my water breaks. I yell out to Jesse “MY WATERS JUST BROKE!!!!” He comes running into the bathroom grabs some towels and tries to get me to come off the toilet–I couldn’t. I couldn’t move. I was in a different world it seemed. Jesse kept saying, “Janae, you HAVE to get up. Let’s get in the shower, let’s get in the bed, you HAVE to get up.” I could feel the head crowning and out it came. There was such relief I was able to stand up at that point, I had my hand on the baby’s head and I felt my labia tear all the way up. It was painful, but also brought relief, like it made room for the shoulders (I tore there with both boys too) Jesse was on his knees ready to catch. It felt like a really really long time until the next contraction. We quickly recalled all the things that Faith, (midwife) had taught us in the birth preparation class. I remember giggling and saying something like “Ok, here comes the body, get ready, here it comes, catch it!” I was still standing. With the next contraction, out slid our baby boy. Jesse brought him up to my chest. I couldn’t move. From the time my waters broke until he was born were only minutes. I just started to laugh and rub him and talk to him. He was so pink, no vernix, absolutely perfect. I asked my husband to call the midwife. Thankfully she had already come and was out in the parking lot. I think she and my sister-in-law came in around the same time. I was still standing in the bathroom holding our little Ezra. I felt glued to the floor. It was awesome!
My midwife, Faith, helped me to the bed, but before I could sit down the placenta was ready to come. So I delivered that standing up leaning against the bed. Then, all was well and I lay down.
I still laugh about the whole thing. It just happened so quickly. I went from contractions 8-15 minutes apart to giving birth just minutes later! Wow, our bodies are amazing.
I got really vocal through some of the last contractions and our boys stayed asleep! That was a miracle in itself too. We woke them up to meet Ezra and to have a little science lesson with seeing the placenta and how it works and the cutting of the cord. Precious.
Then after the midwife stitched me up, I showered and got all snug in bed with our perfectly plump baby. I am in awe. I am overcome with how much I love life, how our bodies can make life and how God gives life. We are blessed beyond reason.
homeschooling, husband pleasing, lover of life, mama to 3 boys and a baby girl.