To arrive at our sweet girl’s absolutely wild birth story, the stage must be set.
It was a rough pregnancy. 25 weeks of debilitating nausea due to HG followed by a third trimester of lightheadedness and the other perks that come with anemia.
Then my midwife mentioned, “Hmmmm, looks like she’s breech. But don’t freak out because she has plenty of time to turn.” I did start to freak out and baby did not turn by my next appointment. Or the next appointment. Or the next. She was happily transverse (side to side) most of the time. We tried all the things:
- Handstands and somersaults in the pool
- Spinning babies exercises
- Lying upside down
- Acupuncture treatment and moxibustion
- Chiropractic Webster method
- A bag of ice at the top of my tummy
All the things.
While breech babies can often be successfully delivered vaginally my midwifery practice does not deliver breech babies. And transverse babies can’t be delivered vaginally for obvious reasons. So I needed baby to flip or else I was looking at my first c-section.
At first the idea really threw me for a loop. I’ve always been able to birth my babies naturally and I realized with the possibility of a very different kind of birth that natural birth had become a bit of an idol for me–part of my identity. Discovering that I might very well need a c-section in order to safely deliver my 4th baby forced me to really examine my attitude toward birth and become open to the idea. I really had to wrestle with why I have always wanted natural birth (because in all my previous pregnancies it seemed to be safest for baby) and NOT because I had anything to prove. If a caesarean birth was going to be safest for THIS baby, then I was at peace with that. I had so many wonderful mamas send me encouragement about their experience with caesarean birth and hearing their stories helped me imagine that scenario and feel less afraid about it.
We scheduled an external cephalic version at the hospital at 38.5 weeks to flip Hildie from transverse to vertex. I really had hoped that we wouldn’t need to do that and she would flip on her own after we tried ALL THE THINGS but that just didn’t happen. Our new pastor came over for dinner and prayed over me and baby the weekend before the procedure. After that I experienced huge relief from anxiety over the situation. Good priests are such a blessing!
We arrived at the hospital for the version with our bags packed just in case the procedure started labor or if it caused the baby to go into distress and we needed to do an emergency c-section–an unlikely but possible outcome. But everything went great!
The MD performing the procedure was wonderful and was able to move Hildie so gently that I didn’t even realize it was over and successful until they said, “And you’re done! She’s in the right spot now!” Absolutely painless thanks to having birthed 3 babies already and having an ahem….highly FLEXIBLE uterus. The whole thing took about 2 minutes. (I highly recommend giving the ECV a try if you have a breech baby!)
After the procedure they put a “binder” on my belly to keep her head down. And I’m glad they did because I could tell she was doing her level best to flip back! I had to wear that for 24 hours and it was incredibly uncomfortable. As soon as she was head down I started experiencing more contractions and pelvic pressure each day. It’s also of note that the weather was record-breaking heat in central TX. We had our hottest July day on record (114!) and more than two straight weeks of 100+ temps (mostly above 105). NOT MY FAVORITE.
We were starting to try natural induction methods like walking and spicy foods and all of that. We even took some family hikes and tackled “Jacob’s Ladder” the stone steps at the local park that puts women into labor according to local lore.
At my 39 week appointment I was 2cm dilated and very uncomfortable. Starting that night I began having prodromal labor. If you’re unfamiliar with prodromal labor is basically the very beginning of labor that does not progress into active labor. The contractions are different from Braxton-Hicks but rather than intensifying into active labor, they fizzle out after a few hours. The next day I lost my mucus plug and had bloody show–this has always been the sign that my real labor is beginning. For my 3 previous births having bloody show means I’m within two days of having a baby in my arms. I started to feel hopeful that I was in my final hours of pregnancy!
But reader…I was not.
Every couple of days the contractions would intensity, get closer together and I would text friends to give them a heads up that they might need to come over and watch the kids. Then everything would slow down again. The toughest part was that even though prodromal labor isn’t active labor, emotionally you feel like you’re beginning labor. All I wanted to do was be in my own little cocoon, but that doesn’t work very well with three other kids to take care of! Things at home were getting a little out of hand.
I was also getting sleep-deprived because the contractions were strong enough to wake me up all night. After 9 days of prodromal labor I was starting to unravel.
After my due date came and went I made an acupuncture appointment. My 2nd and 3rd babies were more than a week overdue and acupuncture helped induce labor with both so I could avoid a pitocin induction. I love my acupuncturist in Waco and I had high hopes that a treatment would help get things going since I was already having so many contractions. I was right!
A few hours after the treatment things started to really ramp up. Daniel took the kids to Jiu Jitsu while I watched Downton Abbey and sat on the birth ball then we all went out for tacos. By the end of dinner, I was really feeling strong contractions and they were getting closer together. After getting the kids settled at home, we called Hildie’s godparents, Reid and Katherine, and asked them to prepare to come over and watch the big kids overnight.
Daniel and I took a walk around the neighborhood. I holed up in the bedroom and watched a couple more episodes and timed contractions. By 10pm the contractions were 2-3 minutes apart and 45 seconds long feeling very intense. We packed up the car and headed to triage. I texted my midwife. An MD at the practice was technically on call that night and one midwife was out of town. But the other midwife had told me that I could let her know when we were heading to the hospital and she would meet me there even if she wasn’t on call (so kind!). I alerted her that we had arrived and texted her updates.
Unfortunately the updates weren’t very encouraging. “I’m still only 2cm dilated. Contractions are spacing out some.” So she waited to come in.
The frustrating thing was that when I was on my feet the contractions were excruciating. Awful back labor that felt like fire across my back and then radiated into the nerves in my thighs. And they were close together. I had 3 contractions during the five minutes I was signing consent papers.
But triage is terrible. They want to monitor the baby’s heartbeat and your contractions (understandably) but they want you in a reclining position during the process. Contractions are awful when you’re on you’re back! And gravity is completely against you. Of course contractions space out because the position you’re in is so bad for labor!
After an hour and a half on the monitors I was still 2cm. Cue the tears. Contractions were far apart. But the feel of the contractions and my emotional state had me convinced I was really in labor. The nurses in triage were NOT convinced.
“Just head home and take a Benadryl so you can sleep through the contractions. This is false labor.”
“No, I am really in labor.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Don’t send me home. This is my 4th baby, I know what real labor feels like.”
“We’re going to discharge you. Just go home.”
“Maybe you’ll be back over the weekend sometime when you’re in real labor.”
“THIS IS NOT RIGHT.”
I had what felt like a million contractions just getting dressed and back to the car.
On the drive home at 1:45am I told Daniel, “They said I’m not in labor but emotionally I feel like I’m about to be in transition. Now I don’t trust my instincts at all.”
We got home around 2am. I took a Benadryl. I DID NOT SLEEP because the contractions were absolutely awful. “If THESE aren’t real contractions, what am I going to do when I have real ones? I can barely survive these!” I thought to myself.
I felt so discouraged and honestly in despair. I had been told not to trust my instincts and my body and now I was having a really hard time gauging how far I was into my labor or if this even WAS labor.
Our friends asked if they should stay the night in case we needed to go back and I said yes, please. I knew something was off. This couldn’t be false labor. But I also felt embarrassed to have been sent home and I’d lost all my confidence.
To be continued in Part II (The Wild Ride)…
Cliff. Hanger. Heehee!
But seriously, congratulations!! I’ve been haunting your Instagram for weeks, watching all your updates, and I couldn’t believe it when I woke up the morning after you posted about restarting Downton and SHE WAS HERE!! Can’t wait to read the rest of the story!
Don’t leave us hanging!!!
This sounds like all of my birth stories. It always spaces out during triage! They always tell me I’m not in labor! ?
I totally understand! Had my 9th in October. Went to the hospital 3 times with false labor and was sent home. That hasn’t happened since #4. Very frustrating! My contractions would stop every time I was in the hospital gown & on the bed.
Glad your little one is finally here!
Ahh the suspense!!! I love a good birth story. Can’t wait for part 2!
Ahhh!!! I can’t wait for the ending! Did you have the baby?!?!?!
Violet Slowey says
Man this has happened to me.I sometimes think that the hospitals are more used to dealing with1st and2nd time moms so have forgotten about the very real maternal instinct about labor.
This was exactly, exactly, exactly my experience with my 4th! And they tried to send me home at exactly the same point. But I was so determined — not only that I was in labor, but also that I WOULD NOT be paying this hospital copay twice — that in the 45 minutes it took them to process paperwork, I did what I had to do. Every time they were out of the room… nipple stimulation. I felt like a total creep and I made my husband leave, but I was having this baby. And they weren’t kicking me out. When the nurses returned to officially escort me back to my clothes, I was magically 5cm, and they let me stay! Had him two hours later.
OH my gosh I’m mad at triage for you!! Those feelings are just so strong, that it’s always been my signal that I’m transitioning as well!!
Congratulations! Can’t wait to hear the end. Thanks for the update.
I binged “the west wing” my last week? Loving your story, though I wish the nurses were more supportive
Please tell me you birthed at home and Daniel caught her!
Bethany M says
With all four of mine, I had a solid week of prodromal labor, followed by very uneven, non-textbook active labor. With my fourth, my contractions were difficult to time and all but stopped while I was in triage. The nurses told me I’d probably have her in a couple days, but I knew better. She was born 1:45 later.
Triage is the legit worst. I can’t wait to hear how it worked out. ❤️
Can’t wait to hear the rest!! 🙂 My guess… born in the car on the way back to the hospital, Daniel caught her, nurses felt very foolish for sending you home.
No! Not a cliff hanger! I want to stay up and watch just one more…?
Prodromal labor is awful. I get a month of it at the end of my pregnancies.
I’m aways afraid I’ll be sent home too because my labors are pretty irregular. Never actually have been though…I’m so sorry! I would have been a mess if that happened!
Argh! This happened to me with Baby #3! We lived 10 minutes from the hospital, we literally went home for 20 minutes and then went right back and had the baby 10 minutes later.
When Baby #4 came I told my husband, “You’re going to have to make sure we don’t get sent home, because while I’m in active labor apparently I have no ability to stand up for myself.” He did, too. They tried to send me home again, but he refused to let us leave. ?
Oh Haley! I just had my 4th baby on July 20th so I was praying for you since we were so close in pregnancy-time! Your birth story sounds so much like my 3rd baby’s labor! Sent home with excrutiating contractions at 2 cm, feeling like I was transitioning and having the dr and nurses tell me it was just prodromal! So awful I thought I was going crazy! I finally got to around 9cm at home before my husband rushed me to the nearest emergency to deliver at a different hospital! My husband and I were both traumatized because previously we had done the Bradley Method as a total team and this threw us off completely! Although this 4th time around I had real prodromal labor a few days before, I think our previous experience taught my husband and I to trust our instincts when it was go-time, even though my progress was soo slow for awhile.
So glad you made it through and that your precious baby is finally in your arms. ❤️ Can’t wait to read the rest! 🙂
Oh my goodness!! Well I know it has a happy ending but…dont leave me hanging!! Oh man, with my son the nurses left me sitting in the waiting room because I ‘didnt look like I was in that much pain.” Ahhhhhh!!!
Need the second half asap! 😉
Ah, a cliffhanger!! I can’t wait to hear how it ends. I hope those triage nurses felt really bad! (Speaking as a nurse!)
Mom of Six says
Something similar happened with our 3rd. Called midwife 3 times, and she said “I just don’t think you sound like you’re really in labor…try to go back to sleep.” Baby was born a few hours later at the hospital. 5th baby was the fastest though, just one hour of labor. Went from 3cm to 8cm in 15 mins. that time. They really should take mom’s emotional state into consideration.