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About Donovan's Unassisted Birth

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I knew before I got pregnant that I would have a home birth with this baby and any subsequent babies, but I decided about halfway into this pregnancy that a midwife-assisted home birth was still too medical and had too much potention for intervention for me. I started having dreams about giving birth alone in a safe, dark place, with no one around but Jon (and sometimes not even him). I then discovered unassisted childbirth, a concept I'd never thought of before -- the idea of trusting your body to do what it needs to do, and giving birth without a medical professional's assistance.

It immediately struck me as the right choice, and Jon only needed a little swaying after he began to read the available material on unassisted childbirth. We made the choice to have our baby in our own home, under our own care. We chose not to discuss this in great detail with most of our family and friends, but we began doing extensive research into what supplies and knowledge we would need to safely give birth at home, unassisted.



Thursday night, I began having regular contrations that eventually stopped when I went to bed. When I started having them again on Friday night, I assumed the same thing was happening, and that by midnight they'd taper off again. I went out to dinner at the local Mexican restaurant with my parents and Liam, as Jon was still recovering from the tummy bug he'd picked up during the week. I had regular contractions, about 15 minutes apart, during dinner. They felt more intense than they had the night before, but I didn't want to get attached to the idea of being in labor, so I just relaxed and let them happen.

At about 7:45, the contractions went from intense to actually uncomfortable, though still 15 or more minutes apart. I got Liam ready for bed and tried to go about my normal evening routine. As I was reading to Liam at a little past 8pm, however, I had to pause during the contractions, which were about 10 minutes apart, give or take. After I got him into bed, I immediately started picking up our bedroom, changing the sheets, organizing and putting things away. With each contraction, I had to pause what I was doing, but I wasn't really ready to admit I was in labor. I told Jon I expected the contractions to taper off soon. I kept saying this, even after my contractions were 5-6 minutes apart, and I could no longer talk through them -- I had to make low moans to through each contraction, which helped immensely.

At this point, I checked my cervix -- the one and only time I did so during labor. I knew I was at 1-2cm prior to labor due to a cervical check a few weeks prior -- this meant that I was already dilated to the point it took me 48 hours to reach during Liam's birth, but I still harbored a fear of another long, drawn out labor with little progress. I worried I would labor for days again and end up in the hospital after all. Checking myself, and realizing I was at 3-4, instantly relaxed me. I knew I could trust my body to do its job, so I stopped worrying about dilating, and started focusing on my contractions, relaxing into them, which was getting progressively harder.

I'm sketchy on time from here on out, because I made a point of seldom looking at the clock. Jon called my mother, and I talked to her for a few minutes, still insisting that this might not be it, so not to rush over (I wanted only Jon and my mother at the birth, and Liam if he was up for it). I went into the bathroom and emptied my body out in pretty much every way possible. Bye-bye Mexican food, but I felt much more ready for birth. Contractions were very intense and painful, but felt powerful. Jon was great, applying pressure on my back as I needed it or just helping me relax or simply listening to make sure he could hear me call if I needed him. I spent much of the next hour in the bathroom, partially because I had to pee after every contraction, and partially because it felt good to be alone, but safe knowing Jon was right outside the door when I needed him.

When it reached a point that the contractions seemed to be coming with almost no break, I had Jon call for my mom to come over. I then sat on the toilet for a while, because it seemed to make the contractions more bearable, and then ran a warm bath. While in the tub, I half-joked to Jon that I'd like some drugs now, please, maybe some morphine? Lying in the water got me through about three contractions, but then became completely uncomfortable. Jon helped me get out and towel off, then lie down on the bed.

My mother arrived right before I had another contraction. Jon told her what was going on, and she asked me if I was in transition. I looked at the clock then, and vaguely registered that it was almost 11pm -- my first labor was 50 hour, and my brain told me there was no way I was in transition already. I said no, but Jon nodded his head yes behind my back. My next few contractions were right on top of each other, no break, and I couldn't relax into them at all. As the next contraction began, I frantically jumped up from the bed and hurried to the bathroom. I felt pressure on my bladder. I sat back on the toilet and called Jon in. He sat on the floor in front of me and helped me remain calm and focused using some techniques we'd learned and worked on together. My next two contractions were actually soothing in a way -- they felt very powerful, but not painful, and I could manage them with a low, deep moan. They felt like a calm before a storm, a gathering up of energy. I fell asleep in between them for a minute, it was so wonderful.

Suddenly, the next contraction hit me so hard that I literally jumped up from the toilet, though I didn't know why. I couldn't get comfortable, not even remotely. The contraction was beyond painful, it was driving me across the room. I went to the corner of the bathroom, next to the shower. I leaned on the shower, then squatted, turned in a circle in the corner like an animal making a bed, then went down on my hands and knees. As I raised back up into a squat, my water broke in an explosion. It sounded like someone had tossed a large water balloon into the bathroom. Amniotic fluid splashed onto the floor across half the bathroom, it seemed, including splashing Jon's leg. He stepped into the doorway and called my mother in immediately. When my water broke, it did so with tremendous force, and I felt the sensation of the baby moving down rapidly. I put my hands down, and part of his head was out! The force of my water breaking had moved him out.

I put my hands on his head and held it. I called out "I'm pushing" and my mother said "Are you sure?" I thought she was insane, because his head was out. I found out later that she meant it didn't look like I was pushing, because I wasn't straining at all. My body was doing the work for me. Before I could answer her, though, the rest of his head emerged and my mother almost had to dive to catch Donovan and his whole body slipped out -- again, without a conscious push on my part, and almost no delay between the first push and the emergence of his body. I wasn't even aware of Jon behind me, supporting me into a squat on the bathroom rug in the corner of th ebathroom, and keeping me from falling into the shower, I just knew his presence was there and I was safe. From water breaking to Donovan's birth was probably no more than 30 seconds, and my mother caught Donovan and handed him immediately to me.

He was crying but making no sound. My mother said very calmly, "Well, he's not breathing," and
I instinctively blew a soft puff of air into his face. He immediately began to cry loudly. The umbilical cord was too short to bring him up to my chest, so I sank down onto the floor in a sitting position and put him across my belly. My mother draped a blanket across him, warm from the dryer, and I said to Jon "He's a Donovan" because he had a full head of black hair. I felt so overwhelmed by what had happened, but also immensely calm at the same time. Not the calm of shock, but the calm of utter triumph and satisfaction.



My mother set down towels to mop up the huge puddle of amniotic fluid and blood, and Jon went to get Liam, who was too asleep to process what he was seeing. I waited for the placenta to come out, but it wasn't happening right away, and we wanted to get Donovan someplace warmer than the bathroom floor right in front of the AC vent, so we checked to see that the cord was done pulsing, then Jon clamped and cut it -- Donovan was seperated from me! They took him into the bedroom to warm up a bit and weigh him, and I sat back on the toilet and almost immediately delivered the placenta. I checked to see that it was all in one piece, and it was. With a little help, I dried myself off a bit and went to lie down with my new son. He latched on pretty quickly and nursed well.

I felt pretty sore (later discovered I had a 2nd degree tear, which I ended up having stiched a bit on Monday), but otherwise completely energized, not tired at all. I felt powerful, empowered, redeemed. My mother told me later that the birth seemed incredibly violent and yet calm, that it was almost like an animal birth -- then she said violent wasn't really the right word. I said "primal" and she agreed that is exactly what it was. I was completely in my primal brain, seeking out a safe, comfy corner (with a red rug, luckily), settling into it, and giving birth in a swift and powerful manner.

No one but family touched Donovan for the first four days of his life. He was never suctioned. He was never poked, injected, pricked, or touched roughly. No stinging drops in his eyes, no shots to force his blood to clot. His body touched no cold metal or hard surfaces. He was touched with love, soft things, his bottom wrapped in a soft cloth diaper, his body placed on his mother's warm belly. He was spared all the cold interventions Liam had to suffer. He was wrapped warmly and nestled between his parents, and the whole family was asleep by just past 1am. He is the most mellow and alert baby I have ever met.

Liam's birth made me feel like my body was broken, like it couldn't do it. I felt overrun by the medical profession, like my choices had been taken away from me. I felt violated. With Donovan's birth, however, I know that my body is powerful and capable. I needed no doctors, no midwives, no interventions. My son was born into a loving, safe environment. It was perfect. Even though his rapid entrance left me needing stiches (which were attained with no questions from my OB on Monday -- she even seemed pleased we'd home birthed "accidentally" *Wink wink*), this birth was the most empowering moment of my life.







ETA: I have posted my first son's birth story to my website. It was a highly medical birth, but I had to write it last night before I could start writing Donovan's.
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From:aughraseye
Date:June 14th, 2006 05:46 am (UTC)
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Amazing story! What a precious boy! :)
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From:bicrim
Date:June 14th, 2006 05:47 am (UTC)
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Congratulations, mama! What a wonderful, empowering story! You make me seriously consider homebirth!
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From:raving_liberal
Date:June 14th, 2006 02:24 pm (UTC)
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Having now done it both ways, I can say that there's just no comparions between home and hospital birth. Home birth was like a saving grace.
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From:babyslime
Date:June 14th, 2006 08:02 am (UTC)
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Primal really is it. What a powerful birth story... it really outlines how fantastic our instincts are. The image of you circling during the transitional contractions brings to mind all the time I watched my cats give birth when we were breeders. They had the same behavior just prior to the pushing stage.

He's beautiful.
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From:raving_liberal
Date:June 14th, 2006 02:21 pm (UTC)
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Thank you so much. In a very real way, you are a major reason this happened. Reading Jericho's birth story was the first time I'd ever heard about unassisted birth, and your faith in your body was simply amazing and inspiring to me. Through you, I found this group, and through this group, I found so many birth stories and so much information that allowed me to be empowered. I hope that, in turn, I can open up another woman's eyes to the possibilities of birth without outside control.
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From:babyslime
Date:June 14th, 2006 05:26 pm (UTC)
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Thank you. :)
I hope I have a birth story as wonderful some day.
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From:lozzy_pop
Date:June 14th, 2006 09:23 am (UTC)
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That's beautiful, congratulations.
Much of your labour and birth sounds alot like mine.
I'm so glad you got to have such a wonderful birthing experience.
He is adorable.
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From:piccadillywhore
Date:June 14th, 2006 11:14 am (UTC)
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Thank you for sharing your awesome story!

Donovan is so cute!!!
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From:lynsage
Date:June 14th, 2006 01:03 pm (UTC)
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congratulations!!!

i am so happy for you, and what a beautifully told story.
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From:maryscary1981
Date:June 14th, 2006 01:22 pm (UTC)
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Congratulations, he is so cute and I love his name!
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From:photocapture
Date:June 14th, 2006 01:47 pm (UTC)
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Wonderful story that is exciting and powerful to read! It's what giving birth is all about!
Oh, and he's SO freakin CUTE!!!
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From:sillyboho
Date:June 14th, 2006 03:19 pm (UTC)
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i just read your other birth story. it's very like my son's in alot of ways. i'm even HAPPIER for you now!
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From:unconformed
Date:June 14th, 2006 03:28 pm (UTC)
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This story made me cry.
Birth is so unbelievably intense. Gah.
Great job, mama!
I had a hospital birth followed by a UC also. When Luka was born, not poked, etc., I felt so horrible for Julian. What he went through in the hospital for no good reason (I had a natural birth but he was taken from me almost immediately after birth because "he wasn't pink enough").
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From:raving_liberal
Date:June 14th, 2006 04:39 pm (UTC)
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I have so many regrets about Liam's birth. I often feel like I didn't protect him well enough. I take comfort in the fact that I protected him from circumcision and formula, at least, and that as I learned more, I was able to make better decisions regarding vaccines and other medical care. The best any of us can do is learn from what goes wrong and do it better the next time, but it doesn't stop me from looking back on Liam's birth and wishing I could have protected him.
From:on_a_hill
Date:June 14th, 2006 03:39 pm (UTC)
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*sniff sniff*
thats so beautiful!
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From:real_bethy
Date:June 14th, 2006 05:33 pm (UTC)
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Wow! What a beautiful, empowering story! Mazel Tov! Welcome to the world, Beautiful Baby Donovan!
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From:beckerbuns
Date:June 14th, 2006 06:53 pm (UTC)
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What a wonderful story. Glad you have a supportive husband, mom, and even OB! :)
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From:tamago23
Date:June 14th, 2006 07:07 pm (UTC)
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I am so thrilled for you. :D Congratulations on your lovely UC!
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From:eiretamicha
Date:June 14th, 2006 10:57 pm (UTC)
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What a powerful birth story! Your son is beautiful. Congratulations! ♥
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From:lierre
Date:June 15th, 2006 07:22 am (UTC)
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read this yesterday already and then had to go before commenting --

that is so awesome, congratulations!! and thanks for posting it, what beautiful pictures :o)

especially in the last picture where you can really see his face, omg he is GORGEOUS.
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From:sayga
Date:June 16th, 2006 03:08 am (UTC)
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that story is wonderful, and so is your beautiful son! congratulations!
From:daladyaphrodite
Date:June 16th, 2006 05:14 am (UTC)
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Oh my gosh, he's Beautiful!! congratulations!
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