Today's guest post comes from Vanessa of FitFoodieMomLife. Vanessa shares the birth story of her son Eli, who recently celebrated his first birthday!
June 25, 2015 changed my life forever. And when I mean forever, I mean I went from a very organized, everything scheduled, never late to anything, and always on top of life, to having to plan at least an hour ahead of time just to leave the house and make it to my event only fifteen minutes late! But June 25th was also the best day of my life and I will always and forever treasure the memories and the first of everything.
June 24th: the day before my son entered this world, my husband and I went to the beach with my family. We took a beautiful long walk along the shoreline, enjoying the fresh warm summer air along with a good meal. My husband dared me to do a full-blown burpee. He knows better not to do that because I will of course do anything anyone challenges me to do. So, at 39 weeks pregnant, I got down on the beach and kicked my legs back, did a pushup, jumped my legs forward, and then jumped up. Yeah, I felt a little lightheaded but quickly felt okay again.
3:45am, June 25th: I woke up to my husband’s alarm and went to the bathroom, only to find blood on the toilet paper this time. I panicked. What was going on? My husband reassured me everything was okay and the baby was making his way into our lives. Was it that burpee? When the events suddenly fall into place, this whole birth thing sounds a lot more real. We started keeping track of contractions but they were so random and all over the place at this point. I tried to go back to sleep for a few more hours but I couldn’t. My tummy ached and my back hurt so bad. I took a shower and remembered feeling a whole lot slower that morning. Oh, I was also in the middle of finals so I grabbed my computer and worked on a research paper.
11:30am: my husband called (he went to work that morning) and asked how I was doing. I told him I was still bleeding and losing some mucus (now I know this was my mucus plug!). He decided to call it a workday and came home. My mom suggested we go for a walk around the block, but it was 95 degrees, humid as heck, and I could barely walk to the front office. All along I prayed in my mind this was the real deal and not false labor. My friend Kori came over around 1:30 and we started timing contractions and Sam kept track of their length and space in between. Around 2pm my midwife came over and checked on me. We all thought this was false labor and life would go on. I was really crossing my fingers I could get through finals. My midwife checked me around 3:30 and I was 4cm and 100% effaced. THIS WAS GOOD! I was super encouraged and was told baby would come soon. I continued to labor and breathe through my pains. The back pain killed most because it felt like someone had a knife running up and down my lower back. It was intense. I had to leave the room where my family and two midwives hung out along with my two friends. Sam and I went to the bathroom and I sat in the tub with warm water and tried to breathe through a few intense contractions. An hour later the midwife came back in and I progressed to a 9. It was now 6:30pm and my midwives suggested I sit on the toilet and labor some more. This had to be the worst pain I felt in my entire life. The gravity, the pressure, and the dull feeling in my back were unforgiving.
I briefly remember constantly asking, “how much longer?” The midwifes would reply back, “honey, we can’t tell you that answer. It’s up to you!” Disappointed and frustrated of course, I continued to breathe through my contractions. They were super close now and merciless. Around 8pm I moved to the bed and leaned against a few pillows. This part was actually the easiest because there was actually a two minute break. My contractions were timed at this point and I started to push around 8:20. Shortly after my water broke and splashed in my husband’s face and all over my midwife’s shirt. Talk about getting real personal! I zoned out after every push. After 15 minutes of pushing, I pushed through the last contraction. The baby popped out and Sam caught him! With one pat on the back, he screamed and everyone cheered and celebrated! Baby and I immediately did skin and skin and he latched on with just a little bit of help.
Maybe labor started because of that burpee? I don’t know. But getting to experience a drug free birth was exactly what I asked for. And if you ask me today if I remember any of the pain, I will say absolutely not. The birth was a beautiful experience and I’m so thankful I had the opportunity to labor at home.
Eli has been my biggest blessing and I’m so thankful for his little personality and cute smile!
I’m Vanessa, momma to handsome little Eli and wife to my hero, Samuel. We live life in the crazy fast lane but love to slowdown whenever we can and make the most out of the time we have. I love living adventures and exploring new things. Coffee, blogging, Jesus and family are my go to in life. You can read my blog, FitFoodieMomLife, or follow me on Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook.